The first time Annabeth saw Rachel she was angry, and a little jealous; she and Percy were going to the movies, and then to the camp, have a nice summer and avoid getting killed by the titans, the last summer before Percy turned sixteen, but the pretty annoying girl was asking about the empousai, and yes, Annabeth was a little airheaded around mortals, but nobody can blame her, right? She was half god, she knew the truth about the world, the knowledge is power and she was really powerful.
Leading the quest was cool, at the beginning, years wanting a quest, and now, she was the leader, the Oracle gave her a prophecy, she was going to Dedalus’ maze, all was promising, but the labyrinth tricked her, and it was really terrifying to be in the dark, not really knowing were she was leading her friends.
In the Mt. Saint Helens, seeing at Percy eyes, she knew he would rather die than let she get hurt, in that moment, Annabeth understood she loved him, he was her best friend, and living in a world without Percy was terrifying that kind of world would kill her, afraid, she kissed him and ran away, following the spider, falling on her knees, thanks to the explosion, crying, entering Hephaestus’ forge, the god pitying her, giving the spider the order to take her to the camp.
Dirty and bloody, Annabeth emerged from the ground, crying, shaking, Quiron and Clarisse running at her place, the old centaur hugging her, carrying Annabeth to the infirmary, and hour later she calmed down, but, when an Apollo kid asked about Percy she started again.
·The first week she laid on her bed, in Athena’s cabin, listening to the whispers of her siblings, everybody thought Percy and Annabeth were the endgame, she was conscious about the running bets, when they were going to date, who will take the first step, she even thought they will end together, but, even if Percy was alive, she wasn’t really sure about them being a couple, she feel ashamed to dislike the kiss, it felt silly to think about a kiss, her best friend could be death, the fate of Olympus could be on Nico’s hand, and the boy was listening to Minos, she was smarter than a silly girl, head full of boys, she had to fulfil the mission, her love life wasn’t important.
Annabeth’s skin was aching, she felt uncomfortable near Rachel, her hair was beautiful, shiny, her skin looked healthy and soft, she was delicate, prettier than Annabeth, with her muscular arms, thanks to the training, messy hair and scarred body, her hands were soft, small, short nails, painted, Annabeth discovered, holding her hand while Percy fought, the girl shacking, the need to calm her destabilizing Annabeth.
Her voice was sweet, high pitched, like a bird song, listening her speak was good, and finding common interest, stopped the antics of Annabeth, her green eyes shining while she talked.
After the battle, Annabeth kept thinking on Rachel, maybe was a coping mechanism, better wonder about the mortal girl than all her comrades deaths, the camp, now actually conscious about the war, was less funny and summery, grim, and she wasn’t going to talk to Percy, the things really awkward after Mt. Saint Helens, they just stay at the docks, sitting in silence.
Sending letters was a tradition for Percy and Annabeth, most of them wrote in ancient Greek, the fourth letter came with photos, a second letter, from Rachel, explaining something about an exposition, models of buildings around the globe.
It became their thing, Annabeth and Rachel were pen pals, sending letters weekly, and it was really refreshing, talking to someone normal, no friendly demigods or satyrs on her school, she freely writing about the annoying monsters, the worries of school and her average live, Rachel rambling about artists she found, her father pushing her, it was really good to have a friend outside camp.
In the winter, Annabeth went to camp, and she take a day out to be with Rachel, their conversations felling warmer than the letters, the girl looking pretty all blushed, thanks to the cold, her body warm, when she hugged to say good bye, goose bumps shaking Annabeth, feeling really good on Rachel’s arms.
For the gods sake, she was in the middle of the war, she was stabbed and poisoned, and, while Percy told her about his weak point, she was thinking about Rachel, wondering if she was in the city, sleeping in the street, looking at Percy worried face, Annabeth loved Percy, her best friend, but she didn’t love him like a boyfriend, “I think I like Rachel” she admitted, “I think she likes you too” was the answer of Percy.
When Rachel’s helicopter fell from the sky, Annabeth’s instincts took the control, flying on the pegasi, maneuvered the machine and hugged Rachel, she wanted so bad to kiss her, felling terrified about the idea of losing her, she does, a little smooch on her lips, angry hot tears falling from her eyes, holding the girl.
Annabeth is holding the seahorse neck tight, worried about Rachel, wondering about the girl, Peleo, the dragon, could kill her, or she could fall on the forest, killed by the monsters, her hearth bumping on her ears, when they are on the Big House she understands, thinking about the prophecy, maybe it wasn’t about Luke or Percy, not about losing them, the love she is losing is Rachel’s.
@pjofemslashweek
* body language masterlist
* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
* some more body language help
(hope this helps some ppl)
(that you can read for free)
Bisexual Politics: theories, queries, and visions, Naomi Tucker, (1995)
Bisexuality: a reader and sourcebook, Thomas Geller, (1990)
Women and bisexuality, Sue George, (1993)
View From Another Closet: Exploring Bisexuality in Women, Janet Bode (1976)
Bisexuality: The Psychology and Politics of an Invisible Minority, Beth Firestein, (1996)
Closer to Home: Bisexuality & Feminism, Elizabeth Reba Weise, (1992)
Bi Any Other Name: Bisexuals Speak Out, Loraine Hutchins & Lani Ka'ahumanu, (1991)
The Very Inside: An Anthology of Writings By Asian and Pacific Islander Lesbian and Bisexual Women, Sharon Lim-Hing, (1994)
me too but also we all know that the representation of the characters of color in the books are pretty……how to say, shit? so for each character, I’ve listed out a bunch of recommendations. there are a couple of characters that have a varied list of recommendations due to how vague rick made his characters. for example, while piper is Cherokee and hazel is Louisiana Creole, there are also recommendations outside of that. POC are not interchangeable btw, rr is just rly vague with descs lmao.
If you have any recommendations that are not included in this list, do not hesitate to reach out! I’m happy to make edits for each character and while, I made this list with my trusted sources, i still make mistakes!! a part 2 can always happen so if u don’t see ur favs…do not worry lol
All my recommendations are a collection of middle grade, young adult, adult sff/fantasy, and adult romance!
Leo Valdez
Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Molrena-Garcia
When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore
A Dash of Trouble by Anna Meriano
The New David Espinoza by Fred Acevas
Frank Zhang
The Epic Crush of Genie Lo by F.C. Yee
Want by Cindy Pon (Taiwanese)
The Dragon Warrior by Katie Zhao
Jade City by Fonda Lee
Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano
Dealing in Dreams by Lilliam Rivera
With the Fire On High by Elizabeth Acevado
Five Midnights by Ann Dávila Cardinal
Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera
Tigers, Not Daughters by Samantha Mabry
Piper Mclean
I Can Make This Promise by Christine Day (Upper Skagit Tribe)
Pemmican Wars by Katherena Vermette (Métis)
Trail of Lightning by Rebecca Roanhorse (Navajo)
We Are Grateful * OTSALIHELIGA * by Traci Sorell (A Cherokee Picture Book)
Mary and The Trail of Tears by Andrea Rogers (Cherokee)
Hazel Levesque
A Song of Wraiths and Ruin by Roseanne A. Brown (Western African)
A Song Below Water by Bethany C Morrow
Pride by Ibi Zoboi (Haitian/Dominican)
American Street by Ibi Zoboi (Haitian)
Ninth Ward by Jewel Parker Rhodes
Ethan Nakamura and Drew Tanaka
I Love You So Mochi by Sarah Kuhn
Seven Deadly Shadows by Courtney Alameda and Valynne E. Maetani
The Mermaid, the Witch, and the Sea by Maggie Tokuda-Hall
Empress of All Seasons by Emiko Jean
Kojiki by Keith Yatsuhashi
This Light Between Us by Andrew Fukuda
Charles Beckendorf
How to Be Remy Cameron by Julian Winters
Opposite of Always by Justin A. Reynolds
Jackpot by Nic Stone
Not So Pure and Simple by Lamar Giles
Sumary: Reyna took Jason to a gay bar, and he meets Leo
Jason was standing in the entrance of a bar, Reyna, his best friend, was sitting in the sidewalk, checking her phone.
“Stop with that.” she said, punching the leg of Jason.
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re thinking loudly.” Reyna stand up, patting the arm of Jason “Your parents won’t come, they think we are in Hylla’s place”
Jason knew that, Reyna and Thalia’s plan was almost perfect, but going to that kind of bar, a gay bar, was a declaration, like making official to the world that he was gay, his parents knew, his closest friends knew, he even had a boyfriend, but he never had the guts to speak up about his sexuality, he never was capable to hold the hands of his ex, or kiss him in the light, or saying he loved him, when he did it, deeply.
Sighing, he hold Reyna’s hand, in a tight grip, biting his bottom lip, looking the street, ignoring the glances of others boys around him.
“Today is Latin Night, with Latin music.”
“Latin Americans have a lot of music, they could put salsa, boleros, cumbia…”
“You know what kind of music the will put” the terrified look of Jason made Reyna jiggle “Reggaeton, champeta, guaracha, maybe trap.”
“That means dancing really close, a lot of twerk, sexy moves,” Thalia appeared, hugging Jason, bumping fists with Reyna “And is your punishment, Jay, because you put us down a lot of times”
Pulling his brother, Thalia shared a look with the guard, whom didn’t ask for ID’s, going to the counter, were a girl was mixing beverages, passing to Thalia and Reyna two glasses, like she knew their favorite liquor, giving Jason a look full of mockery.
“What will be the order for the himbo, sparkling water, soda, zero alcohol beer?”
“Phoebe,” said Thalia, her voice sharp “This is my baby brother, I raised him, therefore, he is not a himbo.”
“The baby want milk? I have zero lactose.”
“The baby want a moonlight” interrupt Reyna, rolling her eyes in front of the bartender attitude.
Jason space out while the girls talked, seeing the teenagers dancing in the center of the place, too tight, a pair of girls kissing near the bathrooms, boys nearly making out in the middle of the place, all of them acting freely, shaking their hips, kissing without worries.
He sat near the counter, drinking while Phoebe keep refilling his glass, getting a little bit dizzy, while the night keep going, Reyna and Thalia where somewhere in the place, maybe making out with each other or with someone else.
“Phoebe, my girl, mi chica, who’s the night.”
A boy sat at his side, winking at Phoebe direction, catching all the attention of Jason, taking his breathe, making him blinking fast.
“Shut up, Leo” Phoebe hissed, tuting her tongue af Jason faces “Uh oh, baby Jason is drooling over a boy”
The hot boy, Leo, look at Jason, giving him a smirk that makes Jason miss a few heartbeats, his eyes going through the boys curls, the sharp face, the brown skin, the dark eyes, all making the boy really eye catching.
“I’m Leo”
“You are hot”
The laugh of the boy was glorious, sweet, bubbling, funny.
“I know, but i don’t know your name”
“Jason, Jason Grace, I’m eighteen”
The laugh of Phoebe popped the bubble.
“Leo’s seventeen, sorry baby, you can’t get laid”
Jason tilted his head, blinking, without getting the joke.
“We can enjoy ourselves” answered Leo “we don’t need to get too sexy”
“You are sexy” the words came out dizzy.
“And you’re drunk, do you think you can dance and use your tongue for something else?”
Jason nodded, letting Leo take him to the dance floor, gasping when the boy hugged him, moving his hips, putting his lips near the ear of Jason.
“You don’t have to be a charming knight, you can touch”
Remembering how some friends of Hylla taught him how to dance that kind of music, Jason started to dance, moving with Leo, enjoying the bubbling laugh of the shortest boy, holding his waist, moving along the back of the boy, getting, slowly, closer, the lips of Leo kissing along his neck, under the adam’s apple, his warm hands playing with the hair of Jason.
“I want to see you again” Jason muttered.
“Sorry, Chico Sexy, but I’m not from the zone”
“Me neither”
Leo pulled him near a wall, trapping himself between Jason and the wall, smiling devillish, standing on his tiptoes, kissing the corner of Jason lips, playfully.
“Where are you from?”
“Near San Francisco” Jason muttered, moving his head, trying to caught Leo’s lips “But I’m moving to New York next week”
Leo freeze, letting Jason start a kiss, moving his lips fast, holding the face of Leo, using his tongue to lick Leo’s bottom lip, bitting a little bit.
“I’m going to NYU”
Leo laugh, pushing Jason, pressing his hands on the blonds chest.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep” the word popping out of his mind, his lips leaving a trace along Leo’s sharp jaw, feeling the warm, and a little bit sweaty, skin.
“The universe gotta be fucking kidding me” Leo sighed “If you kiss me well we could have future meetings”
Jason bent over Leo, kissing the boy, an arm holding his waist, one hand on his jaw, lifting his head, open his mouth to receive Leo’s mouth, moaning quietly, while Leo moved his leg sending stars to Jason head, the others boy mouth tasting like smoke, his hands leaving a hot feeling.
***
It was friday, Jason was walking in the campus, seeing the skyscrapers, thinking about the cloudless California sky, missing Reyna, the girl taking a few months before going into college, staying in San Juan, learning about her family, Thalia was still in California, Jason was alone in the Big Apple.
Too focus on his things, didn’t notice the boy walking in his direction, bumping with each other, both falling on the ground.
“Imbécil” muttered the boy, shaking his curly hair.
“You’re Leo” said Jason, remembering the boy he kissed back in that bar “the hot guy of the bar in LA”
“Chico Sexy” The tone was surprised, notting like the suggestive voice he used in the bar “I think the universe said you kissed me good enough”
There was a Damian fan account on twitter that posted a graphic that had all the books the super sons appears in, including the issue of Bendis' Superman where he """"reunited"""" them. I tweeted that issue does count and they immediately blocked me. I still laugh about it
Haha, that's incredibly funny XD. I can definitely say for sure that the fact that they blocked you says more about them.
But in all seriousness, I and @wesavegotham were actually talking about this recently. And I actually discussed this @bardicious too awhile back. So I will summarize all our conclusions into this post.
The question that if you still consider the Super Sons, the same dynamic dual they were after Jon was aged up?
All of us had the same conclusion that the answer was obviously no.
Think about it, one factor why Tomasi’s Super Sons worked and was received so well was because Damian was older (obviously this isn’t the only reason). Damian being older not only benefited the development of Damian but also of Jon’s:
Damian has a darker past (raised by the league since birth), very intelligent for his age, and believe it or not, Damian is, for the most part, really wise. Jon, on the other hand, is more naive, he was new to being a superhero and didn’t yet know of how dark the world could be, and the person mentoring him...was Damian, the person you least expect to mentor anybody.
But Damian was perfect for the job, he also started his superhero career at 10. Although he is young, Damian is absolutely NOT naive. Damian has experienced the worse the world can throw at you. What better person to mentor you?
Damian learned a lot from mentoring and training Jon. Now Damian was not being mentored or watched over, he was mentoring and watching over Jon instead. Working with Jon helped Damian learn how to better work with someone who was difficult to handle as he is.
And it gave Damian the opportunity to be the older sibling for once for someone else that needed an older brother figure in their life like Dick is to him.
On the other hand, Jon being younger and naive isn’t a bad thing. Him being child-like helped Damian finally experience the childhood he was neglected. It helped Damian not take everything too seriously and enjoy life for once. Put a little bit of his trust into someone else besides Dick and gain a new friend who understood living under the burden of a legacy that was so heavy. As Damian was mentoring Jon in the superhero world, Jon was mentoring Damian in their personal world outside of patroling.
Under Damian, Jon was getting development, learning to be his own entity, and not overshadowed by his father. Plus Damian wasn’t gonna let Jon just be all muscle, he was teaching him to be analytical-like and do detective work as well. Under Damian, Jon would learn how to be different from his father.
Now that Jon is older, it disrupts that dynamic. I don’t think even Bendis even knows how he messed this up. And no amount of cats, hugs, or whatever he showed us in his version of Super Sons in Superman issue 16 can fix that.
And even if he ages down Jon down, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him for leaving Damian alone during one of the darkest times of his life after leaving the league (with Alfred dead) and as @wesavegotham said for even implying that Damian was comparable to a ‘baby Hitler.’ I don’t know if that is even worse than Glass destroying Damian’s development.
It is not only insulting to fans of Damian like myself who have watched Damian grow and develop. But it also is an insult to writers like Tomasi and Gleason who worked so hard to develop Damian in the first place.
miles “who’s morales” morales’s biggest weakness is the cover story
THE GAANG x
ROBERT SHEEHAN Joseph Sinclair × Attitude Magazine › 2020
the new suit is nice and everything but when will the finger stripes come back from war??
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