headcanon that percy and annabeth host a 'Grover Appreciation Day' once a month to remind grover how much they value him. they have a picnic out in the strawberry fields where they talk about their future and grover's role in it. they talk about getting married one day and asking grover to be the best man. they later explore the city and take pictures in place they definitely shouldn't. they go to lunch and cause harmless mayhem like they did when they were younger. they end the evening with a movie marathon of all of grover favorite nature documentaries and fall asleep cuddling together on the couch.
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Happy Birthday Crosshair!
Who needs a weighted blanket when you have Hunter?
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Tiny Hut: has a 10ft *radius* which means it is a generous 20ft across from side to side, or 314 sq ft
Artists and Writers everywhere, absolutely correct: it's small enough that whoever's in it simply must all pile together like a basket of puppies
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PLEASE make a blanket and pillow bed on the floor with me PLEASE get distracted midway through and start a pillow fight PLEASE lay down on it and watch movies on our laptop and cuddle with me PLEASE kiss me goodnight and sleep with me there PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—
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Bruce's love language is handing you his kids. Yes, even the 6'5 anti hero with anger issues. Lift with your back
Bruce: Isn't he precious
Martinez, struggling to hold this human tank: y..yeah ....
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I think finding yourself getting life advice from quark in his PJs in the middle of the night (and desperately needing it) is how you officially know you've hit rock bottom
+ just us girls together at the sleepover right. anyway get your life together bitch you're scaring the profit margins
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This whole "simp martin" martin thing has got me thinking
Like
Jon: sex isnt on the table for me
Martin (who still cant even believe he got THIS far): thats not gonna be a problem for me
jon: yeah, don't expect sex me from, I rarely--if ever--desire it
martin, ecstatic at what all that leaves on the table: THAT'S WHERE YOU DRAW THE LINE???
jon, a little horrified: I have never seen anyone so excited to learn that sex is out of the equation
martin: I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME FOR A SOLID YEAR
jon: ...
martin: THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER
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"son, i could move the sky for you"
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so...midnight and sol in the rewrite... (more info below the cut!)
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in the scorched ruins of a long abandoned ravine awaits an elderly badger. for seasons, midnight retraced the ancient claw-marks of those before this time; fading echoes of now forgotten spirits. every night she patrols the worn stone, accompanied only by the distant pelt of stars above her.
the low humming of wind bouncing off the gorge walls was scarcely broken--be it by a passing critter or occasional loner--but tonight, something was different.
she follows the shrill wailing--lumbering after it with more energy than she had showcased in moons--down the ragged cliff edge, and into the hollowed out stone. there lay a scrawny cat--a kitten. midnight's ears itch at it's mewling, and her throat tightens.
she reaches out a clawed paw, and pulls the shivering scrap towards herself. the kit whimpers still, but unscrews it's eyes. brilliant sunburnt irises burn into her own; and a warmth she had long been deprived melted the aches of age away--if only for a moment.
those pools of yellow observed her curiously. after a heartbeat, the child nuzzled deeper into her wiry coat.
how long had it been since held new life? how long had it been since was held by someone?
regardless of the answer, she couldnt let go now.
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i love sad old people
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Maybe i do think wrapping someone i love up in a blanket and holding them for hours would fix me it’s whatever though mind your own business
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