#this is exactly the kinda bs i feel like jason would say

[phantom-0-writer]

the case of the serial killer

3476 words (that was not suppose to happen lol - please send help)

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Dick sat in front of his desk, eyes glazing over the same two lines for the nth time. He let out a tired sigh, and massaged his temples as he leaned back in his chair. 

The Bludhaven Police Department had been investigating the recent serial killings for the past month and a half, with Dick heading the case. Not that it was anything too out of left feild for Dick, he handled plenty of cases like this during his long run as Robin and even in his more recent years as Nightwing. Finding the clues, and piecing together the perfect picture came second nature to him at this point. 

The issue Dick was dealing with right now in fact had nothing to do with the case, instead it was something -or someone else. That someone, Danny No-Last-Name-For-You-Officer. 

The first time Dick had run into him he was doing his rounds when he caught some kids getting into a fight. Naturally he stopped in and the kids that had been trying to start a fight ran away at the sight of his uniform and car. Danny had been a little roughed up by then, but mostly unharmed. 

“Are you okay, kid?” Dick asked, kneeling to meet the kid eye-to-eye. 

Danny had looked at him with a defiance he wasn’t used to seeing in someone that wasn’t a cape, “I didn’t do anything.” He said instead of responding, pulling himself up to his feet. 

“Okay,” Dick nodded calmly, not wanting to frighten the kid. He stood up slowly, with his hands in view, “Are you hurt? I could patch you up, real quick, make sure nothing gets infected.” Danny wore ratty clothes, they had been nice once upon a time, but their time had long passed. 

Danny eyed him suspiciously, “No, I’m fine.” He said more calmly now. Roughly around the age of 15 to 17. Older than Damian, but younger than Tim.

Taking his chance, “You got a name kid?” 

“Danny.” 

“No last name?” Dick asked with a knowing smirk, letting himself appear more playful. 

“Not for you.” Danny gave him a mischievous smirk. Dick could tell the kid could clean up nice, but circumstances seemed unfortunate. 

Dick laughed at his response, to let him know that he wasn’t in any hot water. Danny watched him, waiting for his next move. “You hungry, Danny?” Dick asked casually, trying not to stare at the way the hoodie he was wearing sagged on his shoulders. 

“I’m a growing boy, I’m always hungry.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Dick laughed again, more genuine this time. 

“Alright, my treat. Let’s go.” Dick said, gesturing as he led the boy to his car. 

“What?” He asked, surprised, Dick turned around to look at him when he didn’t follow. “Why?”

“You’re a growing boy.” Dick echoed. Danny snorted, but followed after him nonetheless. Dick put on the GPS on his phone, even though he knew the way as Danny sat in the passenger seat. 

They spent the next hour together, falling into a steady rhythm of conversation and joking. After their first meeting, Danny and Dick ran into each other more. The grocery store, playground, library, school, so on. For the first 2 weeks it had been coincidental, but slowly Dick found himself looking forward to their random meetings, happy to see that the kid was doing alright. 

That had been until the first murder had happened. 

It had been raining, colder than the weather usually was around this time of year, the streets mostly empty. Dick had been doing his usual rounds on patrol, wondering how Danny was doing like he always did. 

The world has a strange way of giving you what you want. 

As Dick turned around the corner, he slammed his brakes hard at the figure who had been standing in the middle of the road. Dick got out of his car, leaving it on the side of the road when the person didn’t move. As he got closer dread filled Dick’s gutt as he made out the figure to be a cold, drenched Danny clenching his chest. 

“Danny!” Dick called, rushing over to the boy. As Dick got closer he noticed the boy looked pale and his lips were turning blue. 

“Dick.” Danny said hollowly, his voice barely audible over the loud rain. Danny turned to look at him with a shaken and horrified expression. 

Dick held his shoulder firmly, leading him to the car and out of the rain. Danny allowed it without protest, which only caused Dick to worry more. “What happened?” He asked once the boy had huddled himself under the blanket Dick kept in his car (he had gotten it after the second time he met Danny during patrol, the boy always seemed cold). 

Danny turned to him, “He’s dead.” He answered morbidly.

“Who?” Dick asked concerned, he didn’t think the boy had a father or brother present, at least not one that he had mentioned. 

“I dunno. Just some guy.” No one he knew then. 

“Danny, buddy. Can you explain what you saw.” Dick tried again. 

Danny took a shaky breath, “I was just heading home, y’know, from the library. And I heard a scream, so I went to go check it out. And it was a guy just laying there in a pool of blood.” Danny looked down at his own hands, his fingers stained in red. 

“Can you tell me where?” 

“Around the corner, across from Susan’s.” Danny said quietly. He must have been really shaken up seeing it, it wasn’t exactly normal to see a bloodied body during your regularly scheduled activities. 

Dick could go there later as Nightwing to investigate, but right now he had bigger things to deal with. “Alright, put your seatbelt on.” Dick said, putting the car in drive. Danny, not fully there, quietly did as Dick asked. At the next redlight, Dick called the Chief and let her know about the potential murder case and that he would be calling off for the night. He’d probably have to bring Danny in for his testimony, but that was later. 

As the light turned green Dick looked over at his passenger again to find Danny already fast asleep, heater blaring in his face. Dick smiled softly at the sight as he drove them to his apartment. 

After Dick parked his car he hesitated for a moment before deciding to wake Danny up so he could shower and maybe eat something. He could borrow some of Tim’s clothes. 

“Hm.” Danny blinked barely at Dick, “We're are we?” He asked looking around at the parking garage. 

“My place. C’mon lets get you cleaned up.”  Dick unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. 

Danny blinked at him in surprise, “What? Why are we at your place?” 

“Well considering I don’t know where you live, I had to take you somewhere.” Dick shrugged casually, letting the kid think Dick didn’t know he was homeless was better than him thinking Dick was pitying him. Danny would not appreciate pity. 

Danny didn’t retort, a true sign of how weary he was.

Dick made a quick dinner. You can’t go wrong with pasta and air fried chicken. While the food finished cooking Dick busied himself in random mundane activities, not wantong Danny to find him looking over a case when he got out of the shower. Dick pulled out an old cookbook he’d gotten for his highschool graduation, a gag gift from Wally, when something between the pages fell out. 

Picking it up Dick saw an old photo, one of him standing between his parents proudly after one of their performances. Sometimes Dick would feel a deep sadness when he looked at pictures of his parents and realized he had forgotten their faces, their mannerisms and their laughs. But this time, when Dick looked at the picture and saw his dad smiling at the camera next to his mom, he remembered Danny. It was strange how Danny had the same cowlick as his mom, same nose arch as his dad, a jawline that looked like his almost, before his larger muscle definition came into play. At the time that line of thought had been disturbed by Danny walking back into the living room and stubbing his tie on the foot of Dick’s sofa. 

After that Dick had made sure they had each other’s numbers. He called Danny anytime the weather was bad, or it was cold, or there was too much food at his house or whatever random reason he could come up with. 

After about a week of Dick calling Danny over, Danny came over on his own one night. 

Dick was dressed in his Nightwing suit about to head out for the night when he heard the front door rattling. Realizing someone was trying to break into his apartment and knowing that it wasn’t his siblings (they would’ve used the window) Dick quickly threw his domino under his blanket and threw on the first pair of sweats he could find, just in time for the door to open. Slipping a small pocket knife into his hands, Dick positioned himself to get a good view of the living room where the trespasser still was. 

Getting ready to get the jump on the trespasser Dick happened to get a good look at and noticed the familiar mop of black hair, and overfilled school bag by the door. Coming into view, letting his hands relax by his side, “Danny?” he breathed confused and relieved. 

“‘Sup.” He nodded casually before noticing Dick’s appearance. “Your pants are backwards.” He commented candidly. Dick could feel himself flush in embarrassment, but that seemed to send the wrong impression on Danny, The younger boy leaned in to whisper to him, “You got a special friend over?” He raised an intrigued brow at Dick. 

“What?” Dick spluttered “No.” 

“Sad.” Danny shook his head in disappointment, making his way to the dining table and plopped his stuff on a chair and pulled out a few well-used notebooks. “The library closed early today, so I thought why not break into the local cop's place. I got a paper due tomorrow.” He explained half serious, half joking. “You don’t have to worry about me if you were about to head out somewhere.” How had he known? 

“Uh, yeah I was just going-” Think, Dick. “-Get groceries.” Dick internally winced at the suspicious brow Danny gave him. 

“At 10:30 PM?” 

“Yes.” All that Bat training, and for what? 

Danny blinked, “Cool.” he said dismissively, turning back to his homework. 

Not looking a gift horse in the mouth Dick left his apartment stuffing his weapons into an old travel bag he had on hand and changing in the empty elevator. 

When he got home from his patrol (earlier than he normally would’ve) remembering to buy the aforementioned groceries for some semblance of a cover story he found Danny fast asleep over scattered papers on the dining table. Putting away the perishables, Dick picked Danny up (who snuggled into his chest at the contact - yes, Dick was definitely completely okay after that) and laid him on the spare bed he kept on hand for his siblings. 

The next few times Danny snuck into his house (Dick had offered him a key, but Danny had refused) things had gone similarly if not slightly more smoothly until the completely predictable and unavoidable happened. 

Dick was halfway through his usual route as Nightwing, stopping a few muggings, and investigating the serial killer case some more. There were almost 9 different murders at this point with seemingly no similarities between the victims, other than the method of death. After going through the most recent crime scene Dick’s heard his phone go off. It surprised him slightly since he usually keeps it on silent, but he was alone so no harm no foul. 

It was a message from Danny, it was probably a meme or funny video he had found. Dick could use a pick me up after another crime scene bust so he opened it. The message was not what he had been expecting. 

Danno: sos?  Danno: im at ur place

Fearing the worst, Dick dialed his number. Danny hung up before the first ring, which did nothing for his nerves. Rushing in the direction of his apartment, not even bothering to do anything about the costume he was wearing, the worst scenarios rushed through Dick’s mind. 

When his apartment was in view the first thing Dick noticed was the open window that he most certainly had not left open. Quietly slipping onto the fire escape Dick peered through to see the scene. The only light that was still on was the living room light, likely where Danny was, but Dick easily noticed the hulking figure in the kitchen. He was easily too tall, and too muscular to be Danny. The figure moved slightly and the shape of a gun could be seen in his hands. 

Not wasting any time, Dick expertly slipped through the open window and tackled the figure to the floor, arm held at his back and escrima stick at his assailant's neck. 

“What the fuck-” The figure said startled at Dick’s unexpected attack, 

Now with a better view Dick was able to see the familiar red helmet and leather jacket the assailant wore, “Jason?” Dick asked, surprised. 

“I thought we were past this. Y’know let bygones be bygones, or whatever.” Jason joked easily, wiggling his way out Dick’s slacking grip. 

The situation finally unfolded in front of Dick. Danny had been in his apartment and Jason as Red Hood had also come to his apartment. Danny thought someone had broken in, and Jason also thought someone had broken in. Was Jason about to shoot Danny? Where was Danny? 

Quickly getting up, and ignoring Jason’s earlier remark he walked through the kitchen and into the living room, “Danny?” He called, not wanting to scare the kid. 

Jason gave him a confused look, but came to an understanding on his own when the familiar teenager peeped out from behind the couch holding a knife in his hands. His expression only became more shocked after he saw Dick, and it took Dick a second too long to remember that he was still wearing his Nightwing costume. 

“Aw shit.” 

Danny blinked at him, regaining his composure and pointing the knife at Jason, “Friend of yours?” 

After all the explanations had been explained they all sat around the couch, a stack of empty pizza boxes between them. 

“You saw me with a gun and you decided you could take me with a knife?” Jason scoffed at Danny, helmet left forgotten under the table. 

“I could take you without the knife.” Danny rolled his eyes, taking the last slice of pizza. 

“Big talk.” Jason puffed out his chest in some strange show of alpha male behavior. 

“Are you askin’ for a fight?” Danny challenged. 

Fearing the direction the conversation was taking Dick stepped in “Alright, you’re both pretty. Let’s break it up.” 

That had just been last week. 

Two days ago Dick had gotten a call from Danny. Danny usually didn’t call, preferring to text, but would usually answer when Dick called, 

“Hey, Dickface.” Danny greeted snottily. Dick noticed he was out of breath. 

“Hey, Danny. What’s up?” 

“You got the night shift today?” Night Shift was what Danny had taken to calling his vigilant duties. There was a lot of movement on Danny’s end of the phone, but Danny was always moving around so Dick hadn’t thought it was weird. 

“Yup. Whatcha’ up to?” Dick asked curiously, cleaning up his mess from dinner, leaving Danny’s portion in the fridge for later. The fridge was more stocked than it had been since Dick had moved in, he had purposely bought food that Danny would like, and the boy had finally begun filling out his skeleton. 

“Oh y’know, cardio. Getting those steps in.” He let out a winded chuckle, “When you get the chance, check out the warehouse on 12th street later tonight. The one with the cracked pavement outside.” 

“You got a lead?” Dick asked surprised, “From where?” He was suspicious, just curious. 

“A friend of mine told me. Thought you should know.” There was a thud in the background, like something hit metal. 

“You okay?” Dick asked concerned. 

“Yeah, it was a cat.” He said easily, Danny let out a hiss of annoyance, “Gotta go, Later.” He hung up before Dick could say anything else. 

Dick let out a tired sigh. The kid had grown on him like fungus. Though not entirely unappreciated, Dick was not ready to hear his siblings' inevitable comments on how he took after Bruce. Didn’t help that Danny happened to fit the profile. 

The warehouse had given them a few clues, but they still weren’t any closer to finding the serial killer. 

Danny hadn’t come by the apartment after that phone call. Or responded to any of Dick’s texts. 

This morning when he was getting dressed he got a call from the precinct. It was still 30 minutes before his shift. 

“Grayson, this is Officer Gomez, the Chief wants you in as earliest as you can get here,” Officer Gomez spoke urgently. 

“I can be there in 15.” He reported, slipping on his shoes and grabbing his keys. 

“Alright.” Gomez hung up. 

As soon as he got in the doors the Chief was waiting for him by the entrance. “Took your sweet time, huh Grayson.” she chided. 

“Dunno what you mean, Chief. I’m 15 minutes early.” He gave her a charming smile, and the Chief rolled her eyes. 

“There’s been a development in your case.” The Chief started as they walked together, Dick nodded at her in acknowledgement. But the Chief hesitated, before speaking again. That was unlike her. “There was another murder victim found, in the east district. Our night crew got an alert.” 

Most of the victims had been in the west district, based on the location south may have been a more appropriate transition. It could be a coincidence or it meant the killer had a personal vendetta against these people, or maybe just the victim from the east district. It felt like all the pieces Dick had managed to put together were falling apart again. 

“Our latest victim was a male, caucasian potential of mixed descent, age estimated around 15 to 17,” that was younger than the other had been, “black hair, blue eyes, roughly 5’ 5”.” The chief turned to look at him now, “goes to Westwood High School, prefers juice to soft drinks, always feels cold to touch,” 

Dick looked at Chief in confusion, these were incredibly specific descriptions, and they sounded awfully familiar. 

She continued, “He lets his hot chocolate get cold before he drinks it,” Danny had done that once when Dick had brought him in for his testimony. “And he plucks the marshmallows out of it with a fork, and called it a snowman.” 

No.

“You keep extra snacks for him in the glove box of your car even though it’s against protocol,” 

No,

Dick hands were clammy when he pulled out his phone from his pocket. Personal use of devices was strictly against the rules. Chief said nothing. Dick found Danny’s contact easily in his recents tab. He held it up to his ear waiting for the kid on the other side to answer with his usual “What can I do ya’ for officer.” or some iteration of the classic “Hey, Dickface.” 

It went to voicemail. 

Danny always answered his phone, and when he didn’t he would text Dick a reason within the next five minutes. So he waited. 

It had been 10 minutes already. Why wasn’t he responding? 

Dick called him again. Voicemail. 

Nononono. Not again. 

How was it that Dick was always too slow. 

Too slow to save his parents. 

Too slow to get to Jason in time. 

And now too slow to solve this case.  

Dick Grayson was a failure in every way that mattered. 

He looked at the familiar body ready to be put into an ice chamber for further examination in the morgue. 

“Go home for the day, Grayson.” 

Go home and do what? 

Danny’s notes were still sprawled over the coffee table. He said he had a test next week. Danny’s food was still in the fridge. His bed was still a mess, and his clothes were on the floor. 

“Give me the case files. I’ll look over them again.” He didn’t recognize his voice when he spoke, he wasn’t even sure it was his. Chief didn’t argue, handing over the files. 

The day had gone by and Dick was still stuck in front of his double monitor desk, pictures and words blurring together in nonsensical smudges on the screen. 

“Grayson.” Chief called him. Dick looked up, catching a glimpse of the dark night sky from the glass doors. How long had he been here? 

“Yeah?” He responded dryly. 

“Head home.” 

Dick wasn’t sure when he had gotten to the front of his apartment, only realizing he had when the keys jiggled loudly missing the keyhole on the door. 

When he got inside he found Jason sitting casually on the couch, reading a book. “Oh Honey, you’re home.” He joked. 

Dick couldn’t find it in himself to laugh. 

Danny’s papers flew from the wind of the open window. Dick closed it. When he didn’t pick up the papers, Jason bent down to do it. “Anyways, where’s the kid? Didn’t you want me to help him with his homework or someshit. I need to beat it into his head that I’m better at him.” Jason said the last part loudly, letting it echo through the house in case Danny was hiding in its crevices. 

Dick turned to him, Jason looked back at him for a long moment before the mischievous look slipped from his eyes. “Dick, where’s the kid?” 

There was a deafening silence in the apartment. 

“He’s dead.” The table under Jason’s hands let out a loud crunch, as his face darkened. 

Before Jason could breathe an air of the threat of murder that was definitely ready to roll from his tongue, there was a quiet clatter in the kitchen. 

“Who’s dead?” Danny asked, appearing in the living room with a large bowl of cereal he was shoveling into his mouth.

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#this was originally suppose to be a biosibling danny and dick but by the time i got to the reveal it felt kinda forced so i dropped it #but its still kinda in there if u like the idea #timeline who? #dick grayson #nightwing #danny fenton #danny and dick #jason is also kinda there #major character death except its danny #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #danny got flashbacks to his parents basement activities when he saw that dead body #but dick thinks hes having normal civilian reaction to seeing dead body #jason and danny wanna duke it out #dick is being responsible #this is exactly the kinda bs i feel like jason would say #argue w the wall #dick got bruce's adoption tendencies #dick: i've only had danny for half a day but if anything happens to him i will kill everyone then myself #danny was just trying to help dick out w his case and what better way then to get the murder to murder u then pull an uni reverse #danny's in the living room lol #get it bc he's dead #bruce: says smt #danny snikering: over my dead body #dick: thats not funny danny #danny: its kinda funny #jason makes those exact jokes: i think its funny #danny instantly: nvm its not funny #steph and cass puppy dog eyes: can we keep 'im pretty please #kind of angst

[seattlesea]

✨My (maybe) Unpopular Heroes of Olympus Opinions✨

(maybe part one??? idk)

-I don’t really ship any of the main canon ships in HoO. None of them had any chemistry and most of them are either pedophilic, forced and rushed, or toxic in some way

-Most of the characters that were shoved into relationships (Leo, Nico, and Hazel especially) really did not need a love interest to complete their character arcs and their relationships ended up boring and flat cause Riordan just wanted everyone to have a love interest and it never went deeper than the skin

-Piper took advantage over Jason’s amnesiac state and manipulated him. She really went ‘But what if he has a girlfriend he can’t remember 👉👈 it would be wrong to start a relationship with him while he still has amnesia 👉👈 and cause it was based off lies and fake memories 👉👈 lmao imma just jump all over him and make him fall for me while he’s still amnesiac 🤪’ as if that’s not taking advantage over someone’s mental state

-And then she blamed her relationship being forced on Aphrodite and Hera saying they ‘forced her into a relationship’ and ‘arranged their relationship’ even though Aphrodite never said anything about or did anything to them and Hera gave Piper fake memories of them being a couple but it was Piper’s conscious choice to act out on those memories she knew were fake and her relationship was in no way influenced by anyone (especially Hera and Aphrodite) other than herself

-Shelper and Solangelo were way too rushed and forced (inside and outside of the books) and were only added for publicity, plus it seems like most of the fandom only like them cause they’re LGBTQ+ ships

-I hate Pipeyna and Pipabeth. My girls (especially Reyna) deserve better than some manipulative little girl who went ‘we were friends? no weren’t ❤️’

-The fandom portrays the characters really inaccurately (tweaking them a bit for humor is fine, but changing their entire personality is a different thing)

-The movies actually aren’t that bad when not compared to the books (I mean, you gotta admit- it’s pretty good effects for 2010)

-And speaking of the movies, they did a better job at portraying Thalia and Annabeth’s relationship in one movie than Riordan did in 5+ books

-Speaking of which, Riordan wrote pretty much every platonic friendship that weren’t Thalia/Nico and Reyna horribly and most of them shouldn’t have been friends and wasted all the potential for the good friendships

-Calypso should’ve joined the Hunters, not Reyna

-Annabeth and Piper are horrible friends lmao (separately and together)

-Silena is a hero and deserves redemption, but Luke doesn’t despite most of the fandom agreeing he does (he was a pedophile y’all)

-The fandom over-exaggerated the Tartarus fall, it wasn’t really that bad tbh

-Reyna is stronger and a better leader than Annabeth

-Annabeth’s intelligence is more tell than show (and quite a few characters including Leo, Reyna, and Octavian have shown more intelligence than her)

-Riordan over-glorifies and overpowers Percy way too much. Just cause he’s the main character doesn’t mean he has to be the best of the best after barely 8 months of training (four years at CHB only in the summers is 8 months total)

-Speaking of which, Jason can beat Percy (8 months versus Jason’s twelve years) and so can Annabeth, Reyna, Thalia, Hylla, Luke, Hazel and maybe Frank and Nico. Percy’s skill is overrated and unrealistic

-And I feel like most of the fandom knows that Jason can beat Percy but just doesn’t want to admit it cause they like Percy more

-Same thing with the Greeks and Romans- the majority know the Romans are stronger and can easily beat the Greeks but they don’t want to believe it cause they favor the Greeks more

-Percy and Annabeth shouldn’t have been part of the Seven, they already had their chance to shine. Riordan should’ve brought minor characters into light instead

-And Piper shouldn’t have been part of the Seven either. Riordan really expects me to believe that she’s stronger, more powerful, and a greater/better hero and deserved to be part of the Seven more than Reyna, Nico, Clarisse, Thalia, etc.?

-Riordan’s women line-up of Reyna, Annabeth, Hazel, and Piper was really cheap and boring (Avengers: Endgame women line-up who?)

-Percy (in HoO) and Piper are easily some of the worst, most underdeveloped characters Riordan has ever written

-Annabeth got really bland and weak in HoO and couldn’t do shit for herself without others (especially newbies) having to help and/or save her. She pretty much became exclusively Percy fangirl

-As much as I like them, Frank and Hazel don’t have what it takes to be Praetors and Reyna and Jason should’ve stayed as them

-Jason’s whole ‘am I more Greek or Roman’ arc was dumb af

-Riordan’s bias towards the Romans is also dumb af (the Romans could beat the Greeks in an instant)

-Jeyna is and always will be 1000x better than Jiper

-Hazel is the most powerful demigod (way more than Percy and even Jason)

-My hot take on who should’ve been the Seven: Reyna, Nico, Thalia, Frank, Hazel, Leo, and Clovis (son of the god of sleep puts Gaea back to sleep who?)

-Riordan confirming Piper bi was a cheap move to make her more likable. It didn’t even make any sense. A character is confirmed LGBT only after they become a minor character despite being a main character before and kisses some random unnamed girl only three months after her ex-boyfriend whom she still loved dies??? girl what??? Kinda obvious it was just for publicity. Like- Riordan, honey, the LGBTQ+ community is not a circus you can plop your characters into to make them more entertaining❤️

-The PJ series as a whole isn’t that creative. It’s legit just a copy of exactly what past mythological figures have already done and a bunch of character tropes and clichés shoved into one book

-And in general it’s not even that well-written (like HP, it’s over-exaggerated a lot)

-All of the romantic relationships and platonic friendships are extremely unrealistic. Like they never argue/fight, disagree, etc. (then grow stronger from those fights) at all??? Even if they’re complete opposites???

-Reyna is the best-written character in the whole series and a queen she deserved better and y’all sit on her too much

-Theyna is ✨amazing✨ their dynamic and chemistry was just *mwah Pansexual Muslim blessings to you* and people are allowed to ship them even though they’re Hunters and swore off love

-Rachel doesn’t deserve all the hate she gets. Y’all hate on her cause she crushed on Percy when half of you are doing the same thing and then y’all go and ship Percy with Nico, Jason, Artemis, Athena, etc. 

-If y’all want to hate on Jason for ‘not having a personality’ you’d also have to hate on most of the main HoO characters except Reyna, Nico, and Leo (and maybe Hazel) for the same reason cause they have the exact same problem tbh

-Zoë and Bianca’s deaths weren’t actually that sad. We didn’t get to see them enough nor did they have enough development for their deaths to have a real impact. The only sad thing about them was Zoë’s last words and Nico’s reaction

-Thalia needed more time in the books

-Reyna was the only main female character in HoO that wasn’t a boring, bland Mary Sue that all the other characters automatically loved. She was the only one with real flaws and distinct personality traits she’s my queen

-Piper, Annabeth, and Calypso did have flaws but the fact that they weren’t called out by other characters or even noticed are what makes them Mary Sues. It doesn’t matter how many flaws a character has, if they’re not called out by other characters (more specifically, other protagonists who actually like them) they don’t count as real character flaws

-Riordan can’t write female characters for shit

-Clarisse, Drew, and Octavian deserved better than being completely antagonized for no explained reason other than to make the protagonists seem better and to make the readers root for them. Those three had more potential than most of the Seven combined

-The whole ‘Aphrodite kids don’t train’ thing is bs. It’s specifically stated that all the demigods follow a strict schedule and have to follow it or they’ll be on stable duty or smth and the Aphrodite kids shouldn’t (and can’t) be excused from that

-Therefore, Drew should be way more powerful and skilled than Piper, at least enough to not back down automatically from a duel by a newbie who hasn’t even learned how to fight (Drew can control an entire cabin of people at once and Piper can barely control one person at a time, who’s more powerful again??)

-Also I have no idea why Riordan portrays all the Aphrodite kids as weak and girly in the first place. ‘Femininity’ and ‘weakness’ are not synonymous and ‘love’ and ‘beauty’ don’t equal ‘feminine’

-Speaking of which, love is actually really powerful but Piper doesn’t stand for love or ‘inner beauty’ and all her ‘thoughtful/insightful’ quotes in ToA/TBM about love were complete bs

-Riordan using the LGBTQ+ community for the sole purpose of making Piper seem more likable and ‘special’ was disgusting and proves he thinks that straight is the default- “...Or Hera’s ideas of what a perfect couple looked like. Piper finding her own way, not the one people expected of her” my ass. In other words, he’s saying ‘The expectations for love and the idea of a perfect couple are a heterosexual relationship, and anyone who 'finds their own way instead of the ones people expect’ are different’. ‘Different’ and ‘default’ are antonyms, so if you think LGBT people are different, then you think that straight is the default. Aphrodite is the goddess of love not heteronormative bullshit. Like Riordan, honey, you’re the one who thinks that the expectations for love and the idea of a perfect couple are heterosexual couples, not fictional gods from a fictional mythology. Remember kiddos- an author writes their own beliefs

If you don’t agree with some of these that’s fine sis it doesn’t matter if you have different opinions than me❤️

#heroes of olympus #opinion #unpopular opinions #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #reyna ramirez arellano #reyna avila ramirez arellano #thalia grace #nico di angelo #zoe nightshade #bianca di angelo #will solace #clarisse la rue #octavian #ships

[do-not-careissa]

Now that Men in Black has reinvaded my mind so have new plot bunnies. So have 2 Jason joins the min ideas/options.

1. Sort of a Mr and Mrs Smith type thing, jaykyle, only sadder and angstier:

Post death and resurrection Jason wasn't picked up by Talia, instead it was MiB. Using their alien tech they're able to heal him and put his mind back together. They know who he is, just like they know who Bruce and the Justice League are (for how much the Kents believed no one noticed their sudden baby acquisition, they were wrong. MiB's known all along, if anything they're the reason the Kents and other alien adopters and adoptees have done so well at staying hidden.) They give Jason the choice to either return to Bruce, go with a normal family (in both cases he'd of course have his memories wiped), or stay and work with them. Now while Jason might not have the Lazarus Pits affecting his emotions and mental stability here, he's still a teen/young adult (say like 18 or 19 by the time he's healed enough to leave) and his last memories of the bats and his bio mother weren't exactly the greatest. Add on top of that the feeling of being forgotten/replaced that would undoubtedly come at seeing the addition of, what, at least three more people to the batfam. He doesn't believe there's a place left for him there, decides to stay, at least he can do some good while he's at it.

Cut to a few years later, Jason's moved up the ranks, he's one of the organization's best agents (could be just that branch, division, or overall) but of course the job doesn't really leave much for certain other needs. So on his rare time off he'll slink off to this nice bar or something and just enjoy himself, feel human, all that good stuff. And that's how he gets involved with a certain Kyle Rayner. The guy seems normal enough, an artist with laughably bad pickup lines but a smile and eyes that make you want to laugh with him rather than at him. They have a night together, and that one night turns into two, then three, and by the fourth Jason's sure he's making a mistake here. Regulation says to keep contact with non-mib individuals to a minimum and don't give them a reason to remember you if you have to interact more than once. He shouldn't be doing this, really, but he's also given up so much over the years, both to mib, to the bats, to the universe, can you really blame him?

Between the two of them rain checks are a regular, either one or both claiming a sudden work trip that couldn't be skipped. It made Jason guilty every time but he couldn't just not go. This was his job after all. And Kyle, well he was just a normal guy who happened to be a bit loose in the head sometimes, it made sense for him to forget to call off meetups and hookups, that's just what normal people their age did right? It takes far too long for him to admit that he's in too deep, that he's fallen for this loveable dumbass. But the same could probably be said for Kyle too.

The moment they meet not as Jason and Kyle but as MiB and Green Lantern you could hear a pin drop. Jason couldn't believe this, not in a million years. Kyle? A fucking Green Lantern? Are you kidding?!

Because you see, while the general population and even the capes might be unaware of MiB, MiB is more than aware of them and they have a very big problem with them, especially the Lanterns. Because they know the GLs and Guardians would argue that earth is their terf and that minehas not right to set up rules and protocol, byt MiB has been on Earth longer, they've existed since Roswell if not earlier, GLs haven't touched Earth til maybe 15-20 years ago. And MiB's work is to protect not just the humans of Earth but the aliens who've made a home here, or even just those ones that are here for a visit. Thanks to the GLs, and by extension the Justice League, not only is MiB and its agents in so much more danger of being exposed or attacked, but so are those aliens.

Suddenly Jason's happy go lucky secret relationship has been soured if not ruined. Kyle, he'd trusted him, even l-, he actually liked him as more than just a fuck buddy, but this? He's devastated, he's angry, and while he's sure Kyle's feeling something like that too, he doesn't get to, not when he's siding with the group putting innocent people in danger, not when he's siding with the bats and Tha Guardians and everything Jason stands against.

He manages to catch Kyle off guard, taking him down and neuralyzing him quick enough that him can't take him down too. It hurts to see that blank look take over Kyle's face once the light fades, but he can't let that affect him. Kyle made his choice, and he needs to make his.

Idea 2: much angstier in the "fuck Bruce and the JL" sort of way

Post rhato 25 and Roy's death, Jason's health is deteriorating quickly. Maybe he lied about how well he was out of guilt so Roy wouldnt feel like he had to stay with Jason instead of going to Sanctuary. Now with no one there to help him, along with the mental and emotional toll, Jason's body is shutting down. This is it, he's accepted it, he fucking hates that this is how he goes, but well, it's kinda poetic that Bruce would ultimately be the reason for his deagb this time wouldn't it? Between the physical injuries he gave Jason and the mental ones he's caused, everything all ties back to Bruce.

So Jason's just there, accepting his fate, but then out of nowhere these suits just show up and they've got an offer for him. They know who he is, what he's gone through, they know how to help him and keep him safe. They can heal him. But the only way they can let him know exactly what they're doing or who they are is if he joins them. They say they've been watching him for a while, we're actually planning on approaching him, but the situation with Batman and now with the League and Jason's health has pushed their time table up. He's obviously skeptical til they really go in on everything, breaking down mib, breaking down what they try to do, and you know what, he's in. Fuck Bruce, fuck the JL, fuck them all.

None of them stepped in to help him, none of them did anything to stop Bruce, no one except Roy, Roy who's now dead because of them. They don't get to tell him what to do anymore, they don't get to control him.

So they bring Jason in for the procedure, and there's a few ways this could go. A) They just use whatever alien tech they have that heals him no issue, maybe need to replace a few bones or joints or something, whatever it is he's healed. B) they need to meld his DNA to a sample from an alien species that heals quickly (personal favorite, could go down the route of this giving Jason superhuman abilities, or even something akin to energy absorption as the reason he's able to heal which would make him a massive threat to everyone especially the gls (imagine him just draining their rings in minutes and then using that power against them)). C) the Lazarus Pits are actually of alien origin, and since Jason's already been dipped in one before and had his brain and body altered/healed by it, it still remains dormant in his system, they just need to activate it.

Whatever they do it works, and soon enough we get Jason as MiB and Bruce and the others all believing Jason to be dead ala MiB​ tricks. Months or even years later there comes a confrontation, the "I thought you were dead!" Shit. Or the GLs/guardians learn about them and try to impose their bs on them, try to scare them into disappearing, and guess who MiB sends to deal with them? Why their star agent of course.

#hoping to at least write something for that first one #just struggling through the words like usual #jason todd #fic ideas #jason as mib

[hmorris0712]

soulmate~ tyler joseph x reader (PART ONE)

you never believed in the idea of having a soulmate.

all your friends have always fawned over merely the thought of it, especially as kids. they always daydreamed about the moment they would get their soulmate, the day they’d meet their soulmate. heck, some were so crazy that they were already planning the wedding they’d have with their soulmate.

you just thought the whole thing was creepy. someone being able to hear your inner thoughts and emotions? someone who could talk to you in your head? not to mention you’d be able to do those same things with them as well. the whole idea just disgusted you.

you never cared for the whole soulmate business.

until you got yours.

you remember the moment vividly.

you woke up one morning to the sound of a very beautiful male voice singing softly. at first you thought it was coming from somewhere inside your house, but when you searched every room and found that the sound never got closer or farther away, you realized it was in your head.

it was your soulmate.

you instantly got butterflies in your stomach at the realization. your mind started spinning as you wondered how the heck you’d talk to them. do you just say something? how were you supposed to go about this? you realized that you actually weren’t disgusted right then, but instead you were curious. you wanted to know who this boy was. you wanted to see him. you wanted to say-

“hello.”

you jumped at the voice suddenly talking directly to you now.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you, but you do know i can hear your thoughts, right?”

you had no idea how to respond.

“please say something before i get anxious and start thinking that you don’t like me.” you could already feel his nerves start to rise, so you somehow mustered up a greeting.

uhh, hey. sorry about that, i just didn’t expect to get a soulmate today. you have a beautiful voice by the way.

you felt the heat rise to his cheeks, which caused you to blush in response. this is so weird.

“thanks. and yeah, it is kinda weird, sorry.”

no don’t apologize, it’s nice having someone to talk to for a change.

he smiled. of course you couldn’t see him, but you sensed his happiness melting onto you.

“my name’s tyler by the way. nice to meet you.”

then it was your turn to smile. that name matches his cute soft voice perfectly. nice to meet you too tyler. i’m (y/n).

“that’s such a beautiful name.”

yours is better. it’s still the weirdest sensation. being able to talk to someone without seeing them or opening your mouth.

“thanks, but it’s really not that great, it’s pretty generic.”

well if i were you, i’d love my name more than anyone else’s.

the amount of happiness he was feeling in that moment made you want to combust, especially since it was being combined with your own joy.

you know, i used to not want a soulmate, but i think i can live with this.

he laughed. you wish you knew what he looked like so you could match his face with his adorable laugh.

“don’t worry, we’ll see each other one day.” you still get caught off guard a little each time he answers your inner thoughts and concerns.

yeah, i hope so.

time flew by, and soon enough it’s already been two and a half years of having tyler being in your head. the two of you have gotten extremely close. you’ve never loved someone before, but if you had to guess what loving someone feels like, you’d probably say that’s what you feel for tyler. and as of right now, you only have one goal in life: to meet the amazing boy in your head.

you have found out a lot of things about tyler in these two years, like his age, where he lives, and the fact that he’s in a band, which explains why he’s always singing. he also told you that he plays a variety of instruments, some of which include piano, ukulele, and bass guitar.

you hold a huge sense of pride in knowing your soulmate is so talented. it just makes you feel so much better about the world.

you look out your window for a second before fixing your eyes on the road again. you sigh, becoming bored with the sounds of cars zooming past you, so you turn on the radio and flip to that one station that plays all the popular songs of the week or so. a catchy tune starts playing, followed by a voice. an extremely familiar voice.

your heart speeds up and you find yourself using more energy to try to breathe than you normally would. you know that voice anywhere. just to make sure, you listen more thoroughly. after only a few more seconds, you don’t even need to think twice about it: your soulmate is on the radio.

you look at the screen on your car that shows the title of the song and the artist so you can look them up later. stressed out by twenty one pilots.

you hurriedly park your car and immediately look up the band on google. the results show some pictures of two men, a shorter guy pink hair, and a slightly taller man with brown hair. the names given to these two members are josh dun and tyler joseph.

tyler joseph.

that’s him.

you smile to yourself as your heart flutters. just when you thought his name couldn’t get any prettier, it did.

since you don’t know which of the two guys he is, you look up the name ‘tyler joseph’ next and go to images. the results that show up are the brown haired boy from the band pictures you searched previously. you study the pictures closely, trying to memorize every inch of his face. he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. and these are only pictures.

your heart is beating rapidly, your stomach is a whirlwind, and you don’t know how to calm down.

“hey, are you alright? i’m sorry for being nosey, i just couldn’t help but notice that you’re a lot more tense than usual and i wanted to make sure you’re okay.” just when you thought your emotions couldn’t get any higher, he just sent them over the moon. he’s the sweetest guy ever.

i’m fine tyler. there was a car that almost ran into mine on my way to work, but i’m good. it just gave me an adrenaline rush is all. you give an excuse to cover this up. you don’t exactly want him finding out...yet.

“are you okay? did you get hurt?” he frantically asks at the mention of a car crash.

you laugh at the amount of concern. he’s showing right now. no, tyler. i’m perfectly fine. like i said, they *almost* crashed into me. it was a close call, but they didn’t hit me.

“oh good, i just wanna make sure. i don’t know what i’d do if something were to happen to you (y/n).” he says lovingly.

you listen to him talk to you while looking at the pictures of him, and it makes perfect sense. his voice matches that face all too well. you can’t help but let a huge wave of happiness wash over you.

tyler you’re the sweetest.

“i try.” you know he’s smirking right now. god, why can’t you just meet him? why don’t the two of you live near each other?

“i oftentimes finds myself thinking about you, (y/n). you dominate most of my thoughts, and it just makes me realize how much i need you. i need to see you (y/n). i just don’t know how.” he explains nervously. you can feel his heart racing, causing yours beat quicker in turn. you smile, feeling an enormous amount of love from him pouring down on you.

while he’d been talking, you visited the band’s website and found their tour dates. as you gaze upon the date for your city, you reach out to him. we’ll see each other soon enough.

“how can you be sure?”

your smile never stops growing. i just know it tyler. he smiles as a warmth takes over his heart. “i hope you’re right.”

~one month later~

today.

today, you get to go to a concert.

but not just any concert.

a twenty one pilots concert.

you’re so excited you might burst. you had purchased a general admission ticket for yourself the day you found out about tyler’s band. you did some reasearch to find out how to get the front row, because you were going to get front row. you had to get as close to him as possible.

you looked up some fanpages for the band on twitter and found that most fans of their fans camp out at the venue a day or two before the concert to make sure they get barricade. so you decided that getting there around twenty four hours before the concert would be pretty good time.

when you got there, there were only three people in line. sweet. you approached them and immediately clicked with them. they were decked out in merch from top to bottom. you had a tank top and beanie that were merch items. you paired them with white high rise jeans and black high top converse, accompanied by some thread bracelets color coordinated with the band colors.

when night came, the three of them very generously offered to share their tent with you since they loved you so much already. in the morning you helped them take it down and snacked with them afterwards for ‘breakfast’, or as much of a breakfast as it could be. you brought your own share of snacks as did they, so you all traded food with one another. one of the girls turned on her music and started playing their newest album blurryface. you all jammed out and told stories, laughing all your troubles away.

the four of you are currently sitting in a circle and playing cards. jamie, one of the two twins, places a card down on the quickly growing pile of cards in the center. “one jack.” she says innocently. jason, jamie’s twin brother, slams his hand down on top of the card. “I CALL BS!!” he yells. he picks up the card and looks at it. sure enough, he was right. it was an ace instead of a jack. he laughs in victory as jamie frowns and sadly takes all the cards in the middle, adding them to her existing hand of cards.

“you cheated.” she says, side-eyeing jason. confusion takes over his face. “how did i cheat?” “telepathy.” jamie spits out, crossing her arms over her chest. jason rolls his eyes. “yeah right, i can’t read your mind. only josh can do that.” he fires back.

“josh?” you ask, stricken with curiosity. carly, jamie’s best friend, speaks up. “you know, josh. josh dun. the guy we’re about to see. her soulmate.” your eyes widen. “josh is her soulmate?” you exclaim. “i know, she got real lucky.” carly replies.

you shake your head. “oh no, it wasn’t that. it’s just kinda funny that josh is your soulmate, because tyler is mine.” you explain with a laugh. jason and carly’s jaws drop. “you’re kidding.” jason says. jamie’s face lights up and she stands, rushing to the other side of the circle. you stand up as well and she hugs you. “is he really?” she asks. you nod vigorously. “yeah, really. he sings to me all the time.” you say, swooning internally at the thought of seeing him in person in less than an hour.

jamie squeals. “girl this is crazy!!” your smile grows significantly. “i know! fate really gave us the best.” the two of you laugh and hug again, unable to contain your excitement.

“alright, alright, you guys get to see your soulmates tonight, congratulations. now can we get back to the game?” jason says unenthusiastically. carly’s mouth is still wide open as she watches you guys sit down. “i cant believe this. they’re both taken now.” she says as she stares off into the distance. you laugh and place down a queen into the middle of the pile.

jamie suddenly gasps. “DID HE WRITE TEAR IN MY HEART FOR YOU (Y/N)?” she asks almost desperately. you shrug. “i mean, i don’t really know. i don’t know if he has a girlfriend or n-” “nope he’s single. he doesn’t have a girlfriend yet. it’s GOTTA be you.” carly interrupts you.

you smile and cover your mouth with your hand, eyes watering with joy. jamie is a squealing mess right now, already shipping the two of you hardcore already.

“oh, bs (y/n).” jason says amidst jamie’s freaking out. you smirk and shake your head, picking up your queen and showing him. he deadpans for a couple seconds before taking the card. “at least it’s only one card.” he says, chuckling at jamie. she rolls her eyes back at him.

you look at your cards and zone out for a little, a giddy smile taking over your face.

“you seem really happy today. got something going on?”

your smiles grows even more at the sound of his voice. yeah, i just made some new friends while waiting in line for a concert.

you feel tyler’s spirits lift a little. “what band is it?”

“(y/n), they’re letting us in the venue now!” carly snaps you out of your thoughts. “oh sorry! here, i’ll help pick up the cards.” you reply.

i’ll tell you later, we’re going inside now. talk to ya later ty! you say as you gather the cards.

“why’d you drop the ‘ler’ from my name?” he jokes. you chuckle. it’s just a nickname tyler.

“i know, i was just messing with you. josh calls me that too, but it sounds much cuter when you say it.” your smiles grows and your cheeks turn red.

“i’ll let you go though now, i’ve got my own show to put on. bye (y/n).” he says cheerily.

bye tyler.

~~~~~

the large screens fade black as the concert finally starts. with four beats, the top three circles of the album cover appear. after about ten more seconds, the screen glitches before the next set of three circles appear. next the bottom three appear and the beats transition into the fairly local music.

soon a face appears, seeming to have been made out of the blurryface album cover circles. they appear to have been squished together, eyes and a mouth strategically placed on them to make a character. possibly blurryface.

the low signature blurryface voice starts the rap. “yo, this song will never be on the radio.” he raps, everyone in then pit yelling along with him. you’re too stunned to do anything right now, this is the most insane thing you’ve ever seen.

“the world around us is burning, but we’re so cold. it’s the...” the voice cuts off and the screen goes back to black, the crowd finishing the lyrics for the strange character.

the background music to the chorus of fairly local plays, practically sucking the air right out of your lungs. you feel the bass in your chest, your heart thumping to the beat of it. you hear the live drums and look over to your left, spotting josh dun himself on the drum riser. upon seeing josh, your immediate thought it that if he’s out on stage, tyler must be too. you look to the right of josh and holy crap there he is.

tyler joseph. your soulmate. standing ominously on an elevated platform merely fifteen feet from you. he looks incredibly intimidating, especially since you can only see his silhouette as of right now. soon the purple lights flashing on stage turn to red, and the beat to the music changes speed, transitioning into heavydirtysoul.

you’ve been to many concerts before, but none can compare to this one, even though you’re only two minutes in. although it’s only tyler and josh up on the stage, they carry the energy of ten people with them.

you and your friends sing and scream your way through the concert, having the time of your lives together. you ended up getting barricade at the very center. this is definitely the best concert you’ve ever gone to.

~~~

“how’s everybody doin so far, you all doin okay?” tyler asks the crowd followed by a bunch of cheers. you watch him in awe. he’s just talking, but you’re still amazed that he’s real. and he’s right in front of you.

hey tyler? you reach out to him in your mind.

“yeah?” he replies as he pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. it’s the strangest thing, hearing his voice without seeing his mouth moving.

you’re the best. you watch as his smile grows to the size of the moon, boosting your happiness to the max.

“why do you say that?” he asks you before asking telling everyone else that this is so far one of the best shows he’s ever played. everyone screams and shouts in response to his statement.

you smile. because it’s true.

he runs a hand through his brown locks quickly and looks down at his black vans, smiling.

the show continues, and it seems like ever since you complimented him, he’s been in a significantly happier state, the energy from him growing stronger and giving you an adrenaline rush.

they just finished playing the run and go from their previous album vessel. it’s a blackout right now, crowd ambiance being the only audible thing. soon the lights turn back on to reveal tyler sitting at his piano a little to the right of you.

he speaks into the microphone. “this next one i wrote for someone very special to me.” everyone in the pit goes crazy because they know exactly which song it is. some of the people scream “JOOOSH!!”

“guys- no, it’s not josh!” tyler says in fake annoyance. josh starts laughing and covers his face with one of his hands. tyler looks over at him and starts laughing as well. “he does know who it’s about though.” he explains.

“i- i actually haven’t told anyone else yet.” he says as he plays some slow chord progressions that vaguely match the chords of tear in my heart.

“but i just feel like tonight, this crowd...you guys deserve to know.” all the people around you cheer with excitement.

but suddenly tyler’s fingers come to an abrupt stop from the melody they were playing. “and if you’re recording do not post this anywhere.” he half-scolds. scattered laughs are heard around the pit. “i’m being serious! if you’re still recording...guys if i see this up on youtube or anywhere i’m gonna be so pissed.” this sends almost the whole crowd into laughter.

tyler stares sternly into the crowd for a couple seconds before a smile breaks out on his face, followed by a laugh erupting from his chest. “i like teasing you guys, this is the best.” he continues the chord progression he’d been doing earlier.

“for real though, i love you guys, thank you for being here tonight. this night wouldn’t be the same without you.” he says with a smile that only grows as his people let out cries of joy.

“i wrote this song for my soulmate.” he says with a huge smile. jamie and carly start screaming and jumping, shaking you as you laugh with them. if you doubted it before, you sure don’t now. you now have 100% confirmation this song is about you.

“and it’s called tear in my heart.” tyler says as the chords fade out. you smile. josh raises his drumsticks in the air. he and tyler share a look before starting the song.

“an-nyang-ha-se-yo!”

you feel so indescribably happy right now you could burst. the first time you listened to this song, you had the feeling it was about you. this was the first song of theirs you memorized all the lyrics to.

“the songs on the radio are okay.” tyler says. this next line is probably your favorite line written by anyone ever.

the whole crowd screams it along with tyler. “but MY taste in music is your FACE.” his smile hasn’t left his face since he started this song.

soon the bridge comes along. you never quite understood what he meant by you falling asleep in his car since you’ve never been in his car, but nonetheless it’s such a sweet bridge.

you sing along to the lyrics with everyone else, ecstatic and still a little shocked that you’re literally ten feet away from the love of your life.

“sometimes you gotta bleed to know, oh-oh, that you’re alive and have a so-oh-oul. but it takes someone to come around to show you how-” he steps up onto his piano and holds his arms out for everyone to sing the chorus. he whips off his sunglasses, revealing the rest of his cute face you love with all of your heart.

as the crowd continues singing, he hurriedly steps off the piano and backs up quickly, followed by running forward quickly and jumping off and over his piano on the beat and landing in time to begin singing again.

“my heart is my armor. she’s the tear in my heart, she’s a carver. she’s a butcher with a smile!” he sings as he runs across the stage with a ridiculous amount of energy. “cut me farther than i’ve ever been!” he sings as he runs up to the front center of the stage, literally right in front of you. “SCREEEAAAMMMMMM!” he shouts outwards towards the pit. they do as told, screaming from the top of their lungs. their energy fuels him as he skips back over to his piano.

“than i’ve ever been, my heart...is my armor,” he sings more slowly than he previously had. you can’t take your eyes off of him. “she’s the tear in my heart, she’s a carver.” you try to blink back the tears brimming in your eyes.

he looks so good right now, you just want to run up on stage and hug him as hard as humanly possible.

“she’s a butcher with a smile, cut me farther...” he sings with his eyes closed, the tempo even slower than before. he pauses and holds out the chord on the piano.

his eyes open and immediately fall on yours and you feel a strong tug on your heart as tears start to fall onto your face. his mouth opens slightly and you can tell he felt the same thing you just did. “(y/n)?” his voice rings in your head. you nod as you start to sob into your hands, but still looking at him.

“than i’ve ever been.” he manages to choke out slowly, his eyes never leaving you once. his voice wavers a bit, sounding on the brink of tears. josh crashes on his symbols like crazy for the big finish. tyler covers his mouth with one hand, trying to prevent himself from crying on stage, but soon failing. your smile grows bigger than you ever thought it could.

he covers his face with his hands, quickly wiping his tears away. jamie and carly are crying and shouting in high pitched voices, claiming ‘that was the most wholesome thing they’ve ever witnessed’ and they ‘hardcore ship you guys’.

you never thought you could be happier than you are right now in this moment.

to be continued...

#twenty one pilots #twenty one pilots fanfiction #twenty one pilots imagine #tyler joseph #tyler joseph imagine #tyler joseph x reader #josh dun #josh dun x oc #clique #skeleton clique #tøp clique

[all-these-consequences]

Ew’s connections??

So, I’ve sent asks about this on @into-control’s blog and decided to make a post. Big ass disclaimer: I don’t have more knowledge about media,PR,industry etc. than any other average cs. This is no solid evidence whatsoever,it’s just pure speculations from my side about how Ew could have possibly reached Camila’s team or how he was chosen for her beard or or or.. That will always remain a huge question for me. Even if there was a contest for the worst beard ever, they would not have chosen someone as bad as him.

Keep in mind:

1)I have no idea how far and deep these connections are/were. If I wrote a book, I wouldn’t thank random people who I’ve met just once in my life sooo.. I also don’t know if he maintained any contact with the people mentioned in his book. From the impression I have, I’d say he is a freeloader,mooch,parasite and would do anything for profit and free ads for his scammer business, So I think he did maintain the contact to those people.

2) His book was published in 2013. After the release his joke of a career unfortunately got bigger and maybe his connections too. His ego did for sure.

3) English is like my..third? language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes, incorrectly used words and shit. *dis post is powered by my coffee machine btw

 So I was searching for Ew’s PR team but I found this instead

which lead me to this part of his scammer book.

Apparently, Mr. Pissey knows a lot of people.

“Everyone who has made my TV career possible: Sean Perry and Ivo Fischer at WME”

WME WME is talent agency and represents artists across all media platforms, specifically movies, television, music, theatre, digital and publishing.

“ WME Partner Sean Perry Elected HRTS President “ “ Perry, who is co-head of WME’s non-scripted television department “ looks to me like he is a big deal,hm?

Ivo Fischer is a talent agent at WME.

Then I remembered that Camila’s agents Todd Jacobs and Kirk Sommer also work for WME. However, it turned out there were a lot of artists who are signed to WME.

And then Uncle Simon popped out with this: Simon Cowell Signs With WME Agency “Top reality star and producer Simon Cowell and his music, TV and film company Syco Entertainment have signed with WME. The agency will work on continuing to expand Syco’s film, scripted and unscripted television departments as well as its music brands.”

The scripted and unscripted TV departments are where Ew’s people work.

“Syco extended into feature films with the 2013 One Direction 3D documentary This Is Us. Earlier this year, Syco teamed up with Kenny Ortega on a music-driven film set up at Sony Pictures. “

This kinda rang a bell to me -  and here comes Cinderella

“Cabello will not only star in the project, set up at Sony's Columbia label.... Corden is also producing the feature project with Leo Pearlman, his partner at Fulwell 73.... Cabello is repped by WME and manager Roger Gold...”

Fulwell 73 is a television, film and music production company based in London. One of the founders was Leo Pearlman, who according to wikipedia etc worked on the production of  One Direction: This Is Us (Sony/Columbia), which was produced by Simon Cowell himself.

I know, Simon isn't involved with Cinderella,James Corden is the one who is gonna produce it, but I wouldn’t be surprised if uncle Simon has something to do with it SOMEHOW,idk. ( I love conspiracy theories )

okay,moving on.. ew mentioned Sloane Delancer twice in his book so I thought I’m gonna continue with her. She worked with a bunch of other people Ew mentioned too on Ready for love,a TV shitshow where he  made appearances, being a shitmaker matchmaker. Sloane also was the producer of America’s got talent in 2015. If you don’t know the Got talent franchise is created and owned by uncle Simon and Syco. Cowell's AGT is broadcasted on NBC.

Ready for love - team

Aired on NBC, produced by Eva Longoria. The other exec producers were David Garfinkle and Jay Renfroe, who are producers for a lot of shows. they also founded Renegade 83. Jay was also nominated for Emmy twice.

Jason Ehrlich was also a exec. producer for Ready for BS but is also known for being the co-executive producer for The Bachelor and its spinoffs. doesn’t surprise me. As of 2012th he works in NBC. “He also worked under an overall deal for Warner Horizon as an executive producer on "High School Reunion," "Hitched or Ditched," "The Lamas Life" and as an executive consultant for "There Goes the Neighborhood."Before his work with Next Entertainment and Warner Horizon, Ehrlich was an executive producer of a film for the National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences. This film featured documentary work for the Grammys which included Beyonce, Tina Turner and the Foo Fighters.” - I found this here so I don’t know how credible it is.

Susan House - same shit, the Bachelor, Ready for throwing my TV, but also Hell’s kitchen which is somewhat cool.

Greg Goldman is also the chairman of studio Lambert,own by All3Media

Ready to die was hosted by Giuliana and Bill Rancic.

Giuliana is working at E!News. Yep,that’s the exact same shit place where the exclusive beach photoshoot came first from. She works there since 2002 and is quite a big deal there.

 Bill is..just check his wikipedia page. here you can see few of them together

Creative Visions

Jon Turteltaub is an American film director and producer. Kathy Eldon, Amy Eldon and Simon Eldon-Edington are also producers and writers.

Creative Visions

Jon Turteltaub is an American film director and producer. Kathy Eldon, Amy Eldon and Simon Eldon-Edington are also producers and writers.

Louise Roe is an English television presenter, model, and fashion journalist. I guess they are still friends, Ew was guest on her youtube channel or she was on his,idk.

Virginia Hill

 Camilo Valdes

Altogether I’d say that guy had a lot of connections back then even tho he was basically nobody (at least it looks like that to me). He knows a lot of people who work either for NBC or ABC. He knows people who know people. I don’t have exactly a theory but in my opinion he used his contacts and tried to reach someone with more power and influence in order to try and boost his career and his company. Everyone knows that famous people use fake relationships for publicity and he probably thought he is a celebrity too and took the things in his hand and offered himself as beard.I don’t know.

Like I said this does not prove anything

feel free to share your opinion or debunk this pathetic theory of mine, in the meantime I’m gonna wait to be recruited by the FBI, I’m just kidding. Maybe not.

#ew #ewmila #shit