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i want to show some fucking appreciation for amita suman. inej was most likely forced to strip in front of clients while at the menagerie. and i think amita’s acting shows that, her facial expressions in this scene show that she’s thinking of the last time she had to do this, there’s a hardness in her expression. but when she sees the kaz is turned away, his eyes averted, her gaze softens

I love the thought of the new avengers showing up in doomsday with bob in tow and everyone else being like

“who the fuck is that”

“bob”

“why is he here”

“he’s our friend”

In this moment, I am humanity, I write. The last of my kind. 

Of course, this isn’t true, but the one thing the invasion hasn’t sucked out of me is my dramatics.

Before the aliens came I was Samantha, an average girl who was averagely good at everything. Now I'm a prodigy of gunmanship. A side effect of using a Remington 700 for the past few months. Remy is my pride and joy, my last true companion, the only thing left I can trust. I trust her with my life, which is a good thing seeing as it’s the last thing I have left to defend myself with.

Now I don’t know who I am. The invasion has taken everything from me. 

Every day I run, I find shelter, I write in this stupid journal hoping that something good will happen. But it never works. Of course it never works. The aliens don’t care, why would they? 

I sit up. The woods are silent, not uncommon considering I haven’t seen another human for weeks. But even now, they are silent- no birds chirping, no trees laughing, no breeze whispering. But a strange electric current hangs in the air, humming gently and tickling the backs of my ears and neck. 

I am not alone.

Star Wars 🤝 Percy Jackson

Blue food

omg get my boy in star wars NOW

(commission info // tip jar!)

how the Queens would decorate their bedrooms

bc i’m lonely and I want to feel like i live there with them

Catalina- meticulously perfect and tidy. her bed is made, and the curtains are drawn. nothing is out of place, and she has everything labelled (this extends outside of her room and into places like the kitchen and laundry). Her bed is white with silk pillows, and her bed frame is one of those brass ones. she has pale gold curtains and a soft rug on top of the wood floor. she has a record player bc she can’t figure out modern technology, and she has a cubby hole for records, organised by the era.

Anne- she has an assortment of stuffed toys on her bed, and a whole shelf of troll dolls that are her pride and joy. she has her bisexual flag pinned up above her bed. she has a mood board full of pictures of the other queens and from the show. she also has several pictures of her and fans as well. her bed is never made, and the pillows on the bed are enough to swallow someone whole. her closet always seems empty because Cathy is always stealing her clothes, not that Anne minds. she has neon pillow covers and glow in the dark stars to match with Kat, though their placement is a lot more chaotic and less thought out.

Jane- her room is tidy, but not to the same extent as Catalina’s. she goes for a white monochromatic colour scheme, with pops of yellow and grey throughout. she often has a coat left out on her bed, and her yoga clothes hanging over the frame. she has a desk with a pen pot and laptop stand. she has a pretty minimalistic approach to decoration, so her room isn’t as busy as some of the other queens. 

Anna- she has a mini-fridge in the corner, filled with red bulls and pepsi. she has a tv mounted on the wall, and various switch games on her desk. her bed has a red quilt cover, with black detailing on the sides. she has rock music blaring at most hours of the day, and cassette tapes ready for gym trips. she has posters of her favourite boxers on her wall and a drum kit set up.

Kat- has posters of her favourite singers and albums sticky-taped onto her walls and the back of her door. there are clothes scattered and abandoned on the floor, and her closet is an overflowing mess. everything has a place in her mess, and she can tell you where everything is, even if it’s under a pile of clothes. she has a loft bed with a desk underneath. her bed is pale pink, and she has glow in the dark stars on her ceiling and walls that match with Anne.

Cathy- books. EVERYWHERE. they’re on the floor, the bed, the desk. they’re spilling out of the bookcase and they’re stacked against the wall. there are opened and half-read ones, and so many tabs in her favourite books. there are coffee cups from chain coffee stores and mugs scattered across the room. the curtains are always shut, but slivers of light filter a small gap between them and she can’t be bothered closing it any further. she has a dusty blue quilt cover, and matching pillows that seem to be anywhere but on the bed. her desk chair is never fully tucked in and her hardwood floors are bare apart from the piles of books. the only person who can figure out where to sit in amongst all the mess is Anne.

not that it matters but would you read a fanfic about Thalia Grace being sent to a normal school to root out other demigods? 

if you want to know more details (bc I really want to info dump my ideas) just ask me

My Anidala Headcanons

I wanted to do some Anidala Headcanons cause they are my OTP!!! So here we go!

1: Who spends almost all their money on the other?

Anakin spends all his allowance from Obi Wan on Padme.

2: Who sleeps in the other’s lap?

Both. Depends on who is more tired.

3: Who walks around the house half-naked and who yells at them to put on some clothes?

Anakin loves showing off his six-pack and Padme’s more cautious about making it look like they are not a couple. 

4: Which one tells the other not to stay up all night and which one stays up all night anyway?

Anakin, that’s canon.

5: Which one tries to make food for the other but burns it all by accident and which one tells them that it’s okay and makes them both cookies?

Anakin is too much of a hazard to have in the kitchen, Padme cooks. 

6: Which one reads OTP prompts and says “Oh that’s us!” and which one goes “Eh, not really”?

Anakin ships him and Padme sooo much and will point to any romantic literature and be like that’s us and Padme is just like not really.

7: Which one constantly wears the other’s clothes?

Padme puts on Anakin’s robes and makes fun of him by saying his cringey pick up lines.

8: Which one spends all day running errands and which one says “You remembered [thing], right?”

Padme is both of these she will run errands all day and the one time she asks Anakin to do anything he forgets to.

9: Which one drives the car and which one gives them directions?

Anakin drives and Padme gives directions.

10: Which one does the posing while the other one draws?

Padme would pose reluctantly and Anakin would spend hours drawing her and it will just look like a nice stick figure. So he would beg Padme to draw him and she would only take 20 and it would be a masterpiece. 

11: If they were about to rob a museum, which one does backflips through lasers and which one is strolling behind with a bag of chips?

Anakin of course backflips and Padme just got stuck being there.  

12: Which one of your OTP overdoes it on the alcohol and which one makes the other stop drinking?

Anakin would have the drinking problem and Padme would stop him.

13: Which one likes to surprise the other with a lot of small random gifts?

Anakin, that is what he spends his allowance on.

14: Which one keeps accidentally using the other’s last name instead of their own?

Anakin.

15: Which one screams about the spider and which one brings the spider outside?

Anakin only because Padme doesn’t want to deal with it but if he wasn’t around she could deal with it. 

16: Which one gives the other their jacket?

Anakin always. 

17: Who keeps getting threatened by the other’s overprotective older sibling?

Padme’s sister Sola, she is just like you maybe cute but if you hurt my sister I will kill you. 

18: Who’s the first one to admit they have feelings for the other?

Anakin. 

19: How good would your OTP be at parenting?

Padme is the parent focused on the kids having a good education, doing their chores and eating well, but is pretty trusting of them and lets them go out with friends. Anakin likes to hang out with his kids and be the fun dad, but when it comes to them hanging out with friends he’s super strict and wants them to be at home and is less trusting. 

20: Which one types with perfect grammar and which one types using numbers as letters?

Padme has perfect grammar, Anakin types with numbers and letters. 

21: Who gets attacked by a bully and who protects them?

Anakin protects Padme, its fucking cannon.

22: Who makes the bad puns and who makes a pained smile every time the other makes a pun?

Anakin makes bad puns obviously, just look at his flirting. 

23: Who comes home from work to see that the other one bought a puppy?

Anakin would definitely get a puppy and Padme would be like when are we ever home to take care of it.

24: Which one gives the other a piggyback ride when they’re tired?

Anakin.

25: Which one competes in some sort of activity and which one does the overzealous cheering?

Padme is out in the senate debating really well, while Anakin is there wishing he could say “that’s my wife!!”

26: Who takes a selfie when the other one falls asleep on their shoulder?

Anakin has a whole photo album.

27: Which one would give the other a makeover if they asked?

Padme would give Anakin a makeover.

28: Which one owns a pet that the other is absolutely terrified of?

Neither, they don’t have time for pets.

29: Which one holds the umbrella over both of them when it rains?

Anakin.

30: If your OTP went on vacation, where would they go and what would they do? Who would take the pictures?

Anakin would always want to go to Naboo in the lake country since that is where their relationship blossomed and Padme is like the Lake Country? Again??

Questions Credit: @otp-imagines-cult

Percy Jackson episode 3 + text posts

Also… your post about ani loving back scratches omg.. you think he’s into like reader playing with his hair too?? His curls, and even when he had short hair like wow I just know that man has the softest hair ever

happy may the 4th! send me star wars requests/headcanons and we'll have a party <3

i pictured this as tcw!anakin's hair because it was like the cutest little baby mullet/shag where it was growing and curling against the nape of his neck and i wanted to scrunch it with my fingers so bad <333

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"Keep going."

"Hold on, hold on," You mutter, "My friend's texting me."

Anakin releases a displeased grunt into the fabric of your shirt, and you feel it where it lands warm in your lap.

"Easy," You tap away at the screen of your datapad, pecking letter by letter at what is shaping up to be a lengthy paragraph, "I thought they taught patience at the temple, Jedi Knight. I'll go back to playing with your hair as soon as I'm done."

Anakin grunts again, louder this time.

You don't dignify his dramatics with a response, and you continue typing, the lingering warmth of Anakin's hair fading from your fingertips. He lets you get half of a sentence more in before you feel an invisible tug at your hand, and it relocates itself against Anakin's scalp instead of where you'd placed it on your pad.

"Anakin!" You scoff, "Did you just force my hand back into your hair?"

He lets out a muffled chuckle into your sleep shirt, "Force."

"You are absolutely insufferable," You grumble, but you indulge him with the scrape of your nails against his scalp. It sends a shiver down his spine, and he burrows his face further into your stomach.

"You sound like Obi-Wan," He muses, "I've heard insufferable, incorrigible, reckless, untamable, unmanageable-"

"Unshushable," You add, still making a valiant effort at typing one-handed rather than returning your second hand to its rightful place among Anakin's barely-curled scruff, "Do you ever stop talking?"

"You love the sound of my voice," He accuses, peering up at you with squinted, tired eyes, "That's why you make me read to you at night."

"No, I make you read to me at night because the last thing you read was a users' manual for a landspeeder, and you barely even skimmed that," You scratch against the crown of his head and he groans, "I worry about your literary habits."

"I worry about your hair-playing habits," He reaches out to knock your datapad out of your hand which he drags back into his hair, "Come on, baby, you owe me three books-worth of this."

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home.

The streets no longer know them. They do not seem to fit in their own bodies as they stroll the cobbles, Lucy’s hand tucked carefully into Peter’s, Edmund trailing watchfully behind Susan like a shadow. Their eyes are sharp, their smiles crooked, and those who see them cross to the opposite side of the road, afraid of the ancient gleam they see reflected back at them that does not belong in the eyes of a child.

Water murmurs to Lucy when she flits past, and lamplight follows her wherever she goes, even in broad daylight when the lamps are unlit. Their flames sputter into existence when she walks by, flickering at her in a way that seems to whisper I know you. Lucy looks at them with feral teeth and smiles, and vines twist from the cobbles at her feet. She laughs like a wild thing, eyes glowing, but a moment later she blinks and it is gone. Her feet hardly seem to touch the ground at all as she darts through the alleys.

The sky is clearer when Peter walks the streets, clouds vanishing like they were never there at all. His eyes are too much like a lion’s, struck through with gold and filled with a brooding fierceness, yet he laughs as he twirls Lucy around, and claps Edmund on the back as they share a stupid joke, and smiles with Susan when she tells him of the bow she plans to carve. He is all warmth and friendliness, but there is something about his eyes. There is something about all of their eyes.

The sun caresses Susan as she moves about, and she is graceful, too graceful, her hair seeming to be alive of its own accord as she steps lightly along the streets. Her skin is pale like ice, and sometimes her gaze appears almost silver as she stands by the river, gazing into its depths with a distant, siren-cold smile. She is gentle, but her fingers look a little too long sometimes. Her laugh is a little too unsettling.

Trees lean towards Edmund when he walks past, branches scraping his clothing, leaves showering around him. Books and journals and pages covered in notes perpetually fill his arms, spilling from his grasp but never quite falling. His voice is even-keeled, quiet, but there is something wild about it, something unhinged. He speaks of things none have ever heard before, dark hair falling into his eyes, mouth unsmiling and hands perfectly still, and for a moment he seems to be someone else, fangs beneath his lips, dirt on his tongue. He tilts his head just a little too far, sometimes.

The Pevensies are foreign when they return home. They do not fit their bodies. They do not fit the streets. People who encounter them cross to the other side of the road to avoid them, terrified of the oldness they see in the children’s faces. Such depth does not belong in the gaze of a child.

And yet four sets of eyes, ancient and deep and flickering like candlelight, stare out from the children’s faces, and their smiles are sharp, too sharp. Their laughter is a little too wild as they walk, the oldest and youngest hand-in-hand, the middle children trailing each other like shadows.

There is something about those children’s eyes.

There is something about those children.