Something something about the way that they lie and sleep next to each other…
First, after their encounter at Alex's place, Henry doesn't spend the night, and he leaves instead.
Then, we have them talking in bed, but Alex is not really touching Henry:
Then, while sleeping, they are close to each other, but they are still not really touching, or holding onto each other (though Alex is facing Henry):
Again, Alex facing Henry's side of the bed, but it's obvious based on the position of his arms that he was not touching or holding Henry:
But then!! But then, after their talk in Kensington Palace and after their incredibly lovely moment at V&A, we have them cuddling, Alex holding Henry's wrist, in a 'you're not leaving me again' way. And Henry smiles because he has finally put down his walls and is letting himself have this, have Alex and this relationship!
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convinced there isn't an actual feeling in the whole world better than realizing an animal truly trusts you
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cherry and i for two hours every night:
“this song is so (haikyuu character) coded”
“i’m going to throw up”
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look. either you agree with me or you don’t - either way it doesn’t matter - but i truly think that at some point - after time, a lot of heavy conversations, some yelling, and crying, and a whole lot of honesty and apologies from her parents - annabeth and her family would work things out and become semi-close. which means eventually percy would be on good terms with them too.
that said, you cannot convince me otherwise that at some point, probably soon after moving to new rome, percy gets into a screaming match with mr. and mrs. chase about how they treated annabeth. and he absolutely blows out the pipes of every house within a mile radius.
not because annabeth needs him to fight her battles. not because percy thinks he has to fight annabeth’s battles. but because he can’t even begin to grasp how someone could treat a child - their own child - like they treated annabeth. the man who was raised by sally jackson cannot even begin to fathom how they blamed their child for the danger that followed her, and then gaslit her when she went to them for help. he can’t even begin to understand how they put her brothers before her, because now that he has his own little sister, his mom has never been more clear about how much she loves him.
he’s gonna lose his shit.
(“what kind of father doesn’t do everything in his power to protect this child?” “it doesn’t matter that you didn’t sign up for it. it’s your fucking job.” “what kind of monster encourages her husband to turn his back on his 5 year old daughter?” “yeah you didn’t choose to have a child, but she didn’t choose to be born!” “what? did you hear that demigods don’t have long lifespans and were just waiting for her funeral so you could get on with your lives?” “what kind of parents make it clear to their daughter that their new babies are the priority? that she’s a danger to them? that they are more important?” “would you fall into hell to save her?… if your immediate answer isn’t yes, then making you a father was the dumbest thing athena ever did.” “she was a scared little kid. you were supposed to protect her.”)
the minute they try to defend themselves, the chases are getting soaked. and part of that is from peeing their pants with fear becasue we all know how terrifying percy is when he’s angry. and nothing makes him angrier than someone who’s hurt the girl, the woman, who is his entire world.
you cannot convince me otherwise. don’t even try.
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do you ever think about how in the day i picked up dazai side b dazai had to lie emotionless and soulless—like a corpse, almost—beside the man that gently brought him in, nursed his injuries, held him while he was in pain? he had to keep those suffocating bandages around his entire face, lest this man gain some sort of recognition for the little boy he saved. he had to lay there curled in the fetal position, bleeding and in pain, perhaps thinking about how, in another life, this man cooked for him, tried to build up his strength. read to him to pass the time while he curled up against him like a child listening to a bedtime story. played cards with him. saw through the heartless mafioso. the ruthless killer. and instead saw a boy.
imagine knowing this man, the man who saved you in more ways than one, was going to die one day all because he knew you. because he reached his hand into the darkness and plaintively, like a small child wanting a parent's touch, you grasped back desperately. imagine thinking all of that while that man is just a stone's throw away, making coffee in the next room just like he used to for you in another life. the scent, although you've never been here before, is reminiscent of home. and the tune he's humming? it's the silent melody that plays through your mind seven years later, for the last time as you fall backward off the building with your arms out like an embrace. but, hey. that man is alive. he's happy, although he never knew you. you can die with no regrets.
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the way thalia’s tree LOOKS like a person who has been turned into a tree is destroying my soul
like thalia was turned as she was facing down the monsters, taking her stand in order to let luke, annabeth, and grocer get to camp.
and the way this scene is shown, the trio is leaving camp, so thalia was facing chb as she got transformed. she was watching her family get to safety, and probably didn’t see the monsters who were coming upon her. she was transformed knowing that her brother and sister were okay.
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The space between Hunter and Crosshair that a certain spectacled soldier with an exceptional mind would’ve been filling oh help me I’m unwell.
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