can’t believe there are still people in the year of our lord 2023 who claim to be percy jackson fans and yet still, STILL! can’t fathom or deal with the fact that the actress who plays annabeth in the new tv show is black. these are people who claim to be progressive. people who say that percy jackson changed their lives as children. GROWN ADULTS who can’t deal with a character who was white being played by a black actor. and bending over backwards to claim they aren’t being racist when.. that’s like the definition of being racist…
i’m like floored. how many of these people exist. saying she should’ve had blonde braids or grey contacts because that’s “important to annabeths character”. “how can we tell she’s a child of athena!?” um. maybe her strategical and martial abilities? her WISDOM? fuck dude.
i’m all for book accuracy. i love book accuracy! but adaptations aren’t supposed to be 1:1. adaptations, in their best form, add to the original story that was told. part of annabeth’s character is that she’s someone who hasn’t been taken seriously. who feels like she has to do ten times better in order to get the same respect as others. in the books it’s due to being a white blonde woman. in the show, that aspect of her character is enhanced by her being a black woman.
also, even disregarding any of that, this actress is a child. she’s like 14. it is so weird and gross to see all these adults whining about how she should’ve changed her appearance so that they could relive childhood nostalgia for a series that they clearly never understood the message of.
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DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!! Original post here.
I hope I’m not too late for the party!
Congratulations @giuliadrawsstuff on reaching those milestones, and thank you for gifting our fandom with your presence and your beautiful works 💜 _________________________________________
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The setting autumn sun cast its light over the heavy clouds, tinting the twisted branches and leafy ground in different shades of pink and orange. Robins and sparrows sang lazily into the day-end, as an early owl started its hooting, creating a transitional orchestra that tingled their ears as the cold breeze kissed their bare arms, carrying the earthy omen of rain. Levi stopped in his tracks, head up and eyes closed, and drew in a deep breath.
“We’re lost, aren’t we?” he exhaled, defeated.
“Uh? Of course not! I know exactly where we’re going.” Hange replied, still moving forward.
“You don’t” he defied, feet planted on the same spot. “We’re walking in circles.”
Hange stopped this time, looking back, one eyebrow shooting up in challenge.
“It’s the third time we’ve walked past that rock that looks like Mr. Shadis’ goatee.” He pointed at the mineral cone that reminded him of their college professor. When Levi signed up for the Introduction to Philosophy class, he had no expectations other than getting some much-needed elective credit. It wasn’t in his plans to make new acquaintances, let alone any friends, yet, here he was, hiking with the cuckoo geology major he had gotten to know over several Thursday nights at the university.
“Shit!” Hange cursed, eyebrows frowning as they examined the rock, the serious expression suddenly giving way to a wonderful titter “It does look like his goatee!”
Levi sighed, though, in all honesty, the thing he liked most about Hange was their easy laugh. Paired with their insatiable curiosity and kind heart. Their gorgeous brown eyes, which made any of those precious gems of theirs fade in comparison, weren’t bad either…
Levi cleared his throat. “We should just go back, It’ll be dark soon. You can get your soil samples or whatever another day.”
“Yeah, cool.” Hange replied, absent-mindedly, eyes gazing at a small clearing a few meters away from the goatee rock “But can we eat first?”
“I wouldn’t do that. Looks like it’s gonna rain”, he explained, pointing at the sky, but Hange was already moving to the chosen spot, setting the backpack they usually took to classes on the ground. He followed them, without energy or interest in arguing, after all, it was an opportunity to spend more time with his alluring colleague.
He started working the zipper to get his water bottle and the two granola bars he’d prepared for the short exploration, but stopped as he watched his companion setting their meal. First, Hange stretched a large, flowery tablecloth over the dry grass. Weird. Ok. Then, they started to take an endless parade of tupperwares from inside the bag.
“How the hell did you fit it all in this thing??” Levi asked, flabbergasted after the ninth container emerged from beneath the fabric.
Hange winked “It’s bigger on the inside.
”He couldn’t contain the amused puff that followed their reply. Levi had started watching Doctor Who after he learned the geologist was a fan of the show. It was a good move, as it allowed them to talk about something other than their college disciplines, which kicked off their friendship. Still, almost three months later and Hange had yet to make their move. Maybe the interest was one-sided, after all.
They sat side by side, so close that Levi could pick up on a citric aroma emanating from their shiny, yet messy hair. He was used to the oily smell of their brown locks, but the sudden change was pleasant. It was weird though, for Hange to wash their hair right before a hike.
Their purple sleeveless sweatshirt rubbed against his arms as Hange opened the containers, arranging the food over the ornated fabric in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. Generous bunches of purple and green seedless grapes. Tiny triangular sandwiches, filled with white cheese and leafy vegetables. Chocolate-covered cream cookies. Cakes. Toasts. Pastries Levi whose names didn’t even know. Steam emerged from the Thermos the second Hange removed the lid, the smell of orange and mint slowly being transported to his nostrils. Levi had been meaning to try that blend. He even mentioned it-
Suddenly, it dawned on him.
“Is this-” he started slow, hesitating as the terrifying thought he might be jumping to conclusions set off loud warning sirens in his head.
“What?” Hange asked casually, still focused on organizing their very romantic-looking meal.
They looked up slowly when Levi didn’t respond. The gorgeous brown gems scanned Levi so intently that it made a shiver run down his spine. He gulped.
Hange sat on their knees, shifting their body to face Levi. He’d never seen them so serious before.
“What?” they repeated.
“Is this a date?” Levi blurted out, inhaling sharply right after.
Calloused hands slid up his cheeks, as Hange brought their faces closer. Levi could feel his skin growing warmer under their fingers, and it wasn’t because of the shared body heat. “If I told you it wasn’t, would you be relieved?” they asked, eyes gazing sweetly into his, a semblance of vulnerability in them.
Levi let his palms fall to Hange’s forearms, caressing the soft skin and making the hairs in there shoot up “I would be disappointed.”
The radiant smile that they offered in response made Levi’s stomach flutter and his heart pound fast against his ribcage. He was hooked, and he didn’t mind it at all.
Levi’s hands moved from Hange’s arms to their waist, pulling them in for the kiss he’d been yearning for so long. He reveled in the feeling of their soft lips against his own, the wet warmness of their tongue asking for access, and the muffled moan they let out once it was granted. Hange’s hand moved to the back of his neck, seeking leverage to deepen the kiss, the other holding Levi in a tight embrace. He could stay in their arms forever.
Soon he felt a cold spot on his arm. Then on his face. On his neck.
“It’s raining!” Hange pointed out, moving to disentangle from Levi.
He held them closer, whispering against their lips “It’s alright. We’re not made of sugar.”
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Special thanks to the lovely Val (@youre-ackermine ) for helping me come up with the idea for this drabble, and to the amazing Terra (@dont-f-with-moogles ) who sent me an ask for the drunk drabbles challenge with the prompt “Is this a date” which was perfect for this story!
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