I Miss Them So Bad!!!! ☹️☹️

ND Stevenson when presented with an angsty gay blonde-brunette best friend duo who are both brainwashed and manipulated in a military upbringing until one of them starts to question things and realizes their life is a lie but the other believes their best friend betrayed them which results in them becoming mortal enemies who try to kill each other before finally saving the world with the power of love and getting together...

Omg…this is so accurate 😭💋

having one of those executive function days where everything is too many steps

TUA SEASON 4 SPOILERS

okay so let me get this straight

Luther lost his wife then died as a stripper with a house that's falling apart

Diego died after just having found out his wife, who he'd been unhappy with for a long time, cheated on him with his brother

Allison died without a husband, with her career at a standstill, after not speaking to her family for years and without really fixing their relationship

Klaus died after relapsing after 3 years of sobriety, scaring his niece, without reuniting with Dave and with the additional trauma of being buried alive and sex trafficked

Five died having failed to stop the apocalypse - his only goal for the past, what, 60 years of his life - with unresolved feelings for Lila

Ben died suffering inside a huge blob that ended the world, never getting to be happy with Jennifer

Viktor died because he finally, FINALLY dared to question and oppose his father, after being unable to maintain a stable relationship with a woman for years (RIP Sissy ig)

Lila died stuck in an unhappy marriage, with conflicted feelings towards her husband AND his brother, with whom she had cheated

ok ok cool cool cool, got it.

AHHH this is soooo good literally giggling rn

one year with luke castellan

↳ january 14 with annabeth chase

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of apollo!reader

word count: 2.9k

summary: luke forces annabeth to go seek medical care from that one apollo kid he’s always fighting with

content: a little bit of a slow burn. luke makes like one dirty joke. unedited writing and banter

“Luke, you’re being—“ Annabeth cuts herself off with a wet cough. “—completely dramatic.”

The sight of them must look crazy to any of the early risers around camp. Because much like a cat handling her kittens, Luke has Annabeth by the scruff of her neck, dragging her in the direction of the Apollo cabin. With her tired and lethargic, he’s doing most of the heavy lifting.

“Kid, it’s been a week, and you’re still burning up. And the way you hack up phlegm is scaring the campers.”

“Yeah, so?” she groans, dragging her feet. “If they weren’t aware, that’s kind of how being sick works. That’s how the body reacts to—”

“Don’t get smart with me.”

She huffs, annoyed, but the congestion just makes it sound like a weird gargling noise. Luke snorts a laugh from in front of her, and she digs her heels into the ground harder. But he just continues walking with her in tow, undisturbed.

Annabeth doesn’t care how immature she’s sounding — she hates going to the camp healer. The bedside manner of those teenagers could use some work. The last time she’d landed herself in there, she was fighting the urge to put one of the healers in their own infirmary.

“And definitely don’t get smart with this healer I’m taking you to,” Luke adds, looking thoughtful. “‘Cause she won’t care how old you are. She’s evil.”

The Apollo cabin is only about fifty feet away now, and even though it’s dreary and cold out, the building still seems to be shimmering under the sun. Annabeth feels her stomach churn at Luke’s words, and she can’t tell if it’s one of her routine bouts of nausea or slight fear.

“Are you being serious?” she hisses, her voice dropping to a whisper as they grow nearer. “Why would you take me to her, then?”

“She’s apparently good at what she does,” he soothes. “She’s just mean. A monster in the form of a demigod, really.”

He releases her from his grasp just to knock on the door, and Annabeth sees the opportunity. But her exhaustion has dulled her reflexes, and the moment she’s bracing herself to run, Luke’s grabbing onto the orange fabric of her camp tee again.

Luke gives her a lopsided grin as the two of them hear footsteps on the other side of the door. “Plus, she’s really pretty.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes so hard it hurts. Her snarky response is cut off when the door opens.

Your eyes meet hers, and Annabeth is taken aback by the kindness in them — no apparent evilness like Luke had claimed. All kids of Apollo have that weird glow to them, and you’re no exception. Even though the door still isn’t fully open, just staring at your shiny smile gives the effect of having a flashlight shone directly into your eyes.

“Hi,” you say kindly, opening the door a little wider. She’s starting to get a closer look at your face, and she realizes Luke was right. You are pretty, and she remembers seeing you around before with Silena and Clarisse.

But she honestly hears about you more often than she actually sees you around camp.

Luke’s complaints of you always made their way to her ears eventually. Some days it was about how you were always trying to one up him, whether you were on his Capture the Flag team or not. Other days it was about how you would always go way too far during training and bruise his ribs, or nearly sprain his ankle.

With the amount of bodily harm you seemed to cause, Annabeth hadn’t even considered the idea of you being a healer.

You open the door wide enough for her to get a good look at you, and your easy demeanor is enough to put Annabeth at ease. If she were more awake, Luke’s mean words about you would’ve probably had her on edge, but it feels like you’re single handedly parting the clouds above you, so she relaxes easily.

“Can I help— Oh.”

Whatever it was about you that had Annabeth pacified in your presence is gone the moment you push the door open a little wider. Your smile flattens out into a line.

It’s like watching the sun disappear behind a cloud.

“Castellan,” you greet, expression unreadable. Annabeth doesn’t miss the way you look him up and down, cringing at the blood stain on the bottom of his shirt.

Luke grins, and Annabeth has half the mind to walk away before she has to hear the rest of this conversation. “Hey, sunshine.”

For a second, Annabeth wonders if Luke’s snark is going to end up with them having the door slammed in their faces. You give him an indecipherable look.

“You’re lucky your sister is here. I would’ve done your face in for that stupid nickname.”

Annabeth doesn’t doubt it. It had taken Luke a week to get over the black eye you had given him that one time.

“Sorry,” he says, but the amused look in his eyes says anything but. “Just excited to see my favorite girl, of course.”

Something changes in your eyes. You look smug when you say, “Oh, really? Well I don’t see—”

The amusement is wiped clean off his face. His teasing tone has long disappeared when he says, “Dude, fuck off.”

“Language,” you remind, giving a side glance to Annabeth. “But really, have you ever considered just—”

“I get it,” he says quickly, throwing Annabeth a weary look. He throws his hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry.”

You look smug. Luke looks effectively humbled.

Annabeth’s head is spinning. The two of you go back and forth so quickly it’s hard for her to keep up.

“Anyway, is there anything I can do for you?” you ask Annabeth, turning away from him.

She glares at the boy. Plants her feet like the proverbial mule.

“No,” she says firmly. “I feel perfectly—”

”Annabeth’s sick. She’s had a fever for over a week now,” Luke offers, cutting off her lie. He seemed to have recovered from whatever conversation you two had just had. His tone is sweet again, his charm levels cranked back up to fifteen. He’s really laying it on thick.

You don’t seem to care much for the way he has that look on his face — the one he uses whenever he talks to pretty girls. Instead, you tilt your head at Annabeth curiously. She only shrugs, her mouth shut tight. There’s no use lying to you.

After looking her over, you reluctantly turn to face Luke. “It’s been over a week?”

“Almost two.”

You nod, the first remotely kind gesture aimed in his direction. After what Annabeth feels is a few awkward seconds of Luke staring expectantly at you while you assess her condition, you finally open the door for the both of them.

Luke tries to usher her in, and she nudges his hands away. Annabeth’s already resigned herself to her fate — she knows the drill. Still dragging her feet, she makes her way over to an empty bed at the edge of the room and slumps down, exhausted.

She’s pleasantly surprised to find the scratchy green sheets have been replaced with soft blue ones. And as she lets her head fall back against the cloud-like pillow at the head of the bed, she realizes a lot of the room has changed since she’d last been here. What had once been a dreary infirmary has been revived — posters that look like they should be in a pediatrician’s office cover the walls. A glance inside the storage closet shows organized shelves stocked to the brim.

Annabeth shuts her eyes so she doesn’t have to look at the photo of an owl wearing a stethoscope anymore, and listens to the sound of you flitting around at the other side of the room. There’s the quiet closing of cabinets and the sound of your sneakers on the wood as you gather what you need. She can hear whatever’s in the cabinets roll around as you shut the drawers of supplies quickly.

Annabeth sighs loudly. She just wants to take whatever medicine the camp bought from the local Walgreens and leave.

When Luke doesn’t say anything about her dramatics, Annabeth realizes belatedly that she can’t sense his presence at the end of the bed. She cracks open an eye in curiosity — and fights the urge to cringe.

He’s practically on your heels, watching as you do whatever healer-y stuff that it is you do. Annabeth knows for a fact that he has no idea what you’re doing, but he watches, a little too interested, as you take a knife and begin chopping something efficiently.

The reason why you’re using a common kitchen knife in an infirmary is beyond Annabeth’s knowledge. Maybe a new healing method? Or maybe it's a silent threat to get Luke to back away from you.

“You still sore?” Annabeth hears him ask, picking up a metal object off a desk and tossing it into the air.

Confusion paints your face as you set the knife aside. “What are you talking about?” You catch the object on his next throw, unamused, and hiss at him to stop touching things.

“You know, after last night.”

Annabeth watches your eye twitch. Luke smiles, like he knows he’s won something. “After we sparred?”

He just grins, picking up the object again while you blink at him, stunned. “‘Course. What else would I be talking about?”

Annabeth has a feeling that she’s missing out on a second, more unspoken conversation.

The point of the kitchen knife is tapped lightly against Luke’s chest, but he doesn’t break eye contact for a second. “You’re funny, Castellan.”

“I know.”

The two of you move around your table in silence, with the occasional murmurings of Luke as he opens his mouth and asks what sounds like a stupid question. At one point, you pretend you can’t hear what he’s saying over the sound of you crushing something with a mortar and pestle.

“Why haven’t you been resting?”

After a beat of silence, Annabeth blinks hard to clear her vision. It had taken a little too long for her to realize that you and Luke were at her side. You’re standing over her and Luke is sat in a chair by the bed, giving her a questioning look. Her face warms, adding heat to her already raised body temperature.

“Excuse me?”

“You were leading Capture the Flag last week,” you point out. “But Castellan says you’ve been sick for a while. Why haven’t you been resting?”

She bristles. What good demigod gets put out of commission for two weeks over a simple sickness? Any normal demigod, sure, but she was Annabeth Chase. She could overcome anything, especially the average flu.

“I’m not that sick. And I’ve had the flu before, it should go away any day now.”

You nod at Luke, and he helps prop Annabeth up on a pillow, much to her dismay. A swirling goblet is placed in her hands, the liquid inside purple and shimmery. It’s so dark in color she can’t see to the bottom.

“Something me and my dad made,” you explain, a tinge of pride in your voice. “It uses some medicinal herbs and less than a tablespoon of ambrosia. Just enough to kickstart your immune system, but not enough to heal any major wounds.”

Annabeth hides her surprise. You had developed this with Apollo? The gods visiting their children wasn’t unheard of, but it was obviously not an everyday thing. Even claiming their children seemed to be a load of work for them.

“You just have to drink the whole cup. After that, you should start feeling better in about twelve hours.“

After a weary glance, Annabeth nods, draining the glass sip by sip. It doesn’t quite taste like what she’s usually reminded of when she eats ambrosia, but there’s still that umami taste that warms her chest with the comfort of a long lost home cooked meal.

“You’re going to need to make that for me,” Luke says after a few minutes of silence. “You hit me so hard once, I lost hearing in my right ear.”

You snort. “I don’t think drinking it could save you from your atrocious form when we do hand-to-hand.”

Luke is fast enough to curl his foot around your ankle so you stumble when you take a step back. But he isn’t fast enough to block the metal appliance you throw at his face.

Annabeth works to drain the rest of the liquid so she doesn’t have to sit through another few minutes of you two arguing. She’s almost done with the goblet when you make a gesture at Luke for something. Half yawning, he haphazardly sticks out his arm in your direction.

Your responding gaze could rival Medusa’s.

“Couldn’t even bother to read the time for me? It’s a digital watch, you don’t even have to—”

“—Well, Sunshine, I just thought that since you obviously do everything better than me—“

“Don't start.”

Annabeth almost laughs at how Luke did the one thing he told her not to do — get smart with you. He retracts his arm, huffing. “It’s eight fifteen.”

You’re smiling when you face Annabeth. “Then you’ll get off of bedrest by dinner.”

“Bedrest?” she echoes in disbelief. “I’m supposed to sit here for twelve hours doing absolutely nothing?”

“No. I expect you’ll be asleep for a few of those hours. The treatment kind of acts like an antihistamine, so it could make you a little drowsy.”

Her head is spinning. She’s being taken out by a mortal sickness.

You take the empty goblet from her and hand it to Luke.

“If you’re going to annoy me while I work, you can at least wash this for me.”

“Don't you have a servant to do that for you? I’m sure that one Aphrodite kid would love to.”

You make the same face you made when you realized Luke was outside your cabin, so Annabeth assumes you don’t like the aforementioned Aphrodite kid very much either.

“At least leave the cup in the sink.”

Luke mumbles under his breath what is likely a mockery of your words, but you pay him no mind as he slinks away.

The cabin is quiet for a few moments, and Annabeth accepts the cool cloth you place on her forehead thankfully. Then, there’s the sound of running water, and she stares behind your head to see Luke using a sponge to scrub out the interior of the goblet.

You take his seat next to Annabeth and give her a heavy look. “Even the best of us have to rest, you know.”

“I know.”

“So it’s okay if you take off the rest of the day.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

She shrugs, turning the washcloth over. “Yes. I just don’t want to.”

You smile in the weird shiny way you do. “You’re exactly like Luke said you were.”

Annabeth doesn’t say anything about how you’re calling him by his first name now, but she perks up at your words. You and Luke were talking about her?

“Which is?”

Your icy gaze usually directed at Luke thaws a little when you turn back in the direction of the sink. The both of you watch as he dries the inside of the goblet, thoroughly wiping it down. “He said you’re smart. And an excellent counselor.”

Her spine straightens the slightest bit. It wasn’t often that Luke was willing to praise people to their faces, so she would take anything she could get.

“But he also said you can be stubborn. And prideful.”

Of course he did.

“And even though those can be flaws, I do admire that about you.”

You look pensive, so Annabeth waits for you to continue.

“I’m not going to force you onto bedrest.”

The one eighty from your previous decision is making Annabeth’s head spin. She thinks that’s what you wanted.

You give her a look that’s thick with wisdom and experience. For a second, she can picture you amongst her older siblings, with their steely gazes and sharp stares. “But if you keep at this, you’re going to face a fate a lot worse than twelve hours of bed rest.”

You don’t say anything else, letting her sit with your cryptic words. The conversation ends when Luke walks over with the newly shined goblet, and you take it from him to put everything back in their proper places. He sits down in the spot you vacated with a heavy sigh of his own.

Annabeth can’t tell if it’s the placebo effect, but she is beginning to feel a little exhausted. She sits in a comfortable silence as she joins Luke, who’s watching quietly as you saunter around the room, deep in work.

Her eyelids haven’t quite fluttered shut yet when Luke mumbles something from next to her.

“I hear your bedrest’s been lifted. You headed out soon?”

Annabeth hesitates. She thinks about her counselor duties. And she thinks about rotting in this cot doing nothing.

And then she thinks about you.

She doesn’t waver when she says, “I think I’m gonna rest for a while.”

Luke’s brows raise. “You are?”

Trust me, I’m surprised too, she wants to say.

“Your friend,” Annabeth says, hesitating over the word. She isn’t quite sure what the two of you classify as. “She’s not evil like you said. She’s really smart.”

What seems like a grin spreads across his face — Annabeth can’t tell with the way everything is unfocusing.

Luke’s voice is surprisingly light. “I guess you’re right.”

notes: they’ll get together in a year. trust

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ATE them up

using mental health issues as a reason as to why sydcarmy shouldn’t happen/why you don’t ship sydcarmy is such a slap in the face to people dealing with trauma and further perpetuates the horrible belief that people with mental health issues a) don’t know how to love b) don’t deserve to be loved

you dislike Luke Castellan because he disagreed with an oppressive government system and actually took action to change the abusive ways him and his peers have been forced to follow for millennia.

I dislike Luke Castellan because in the Titans Curse he manipulated Annabeth, who he raised as his little sister, into holding up the sky, the FUCKING sky, for over 20 hours and had the audacity to walk away as though he was completely apathetic towards it while she begged and pleaded with him to help her.

we are not the same.

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

I’m a simple girl

Yes, like please correct me I mean I’m the one making a mistake..I srsly don’t get people who have a problem wth that

Reblog if you 100% okay with a transgender person correcting you if you accidentally misgender them or use their dead name.

please do

#dontcallmeoutlikethat

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with