#please like this one

[olsenmyolsen]

Shit

Part 13 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Y/N POV

I smile down at my phone after just sending a text to the twins, letting them know I made it home. I don't even remember the ride back. My mind was too preoccupied thinking about Liz and the things I wanted to say to her. But yet here I am standing with my back to the closed front door.

I take a look at the state my studio apartment is in. "Shit." To my disappointment, it hasn't been magically cleaned and organized, so with another day off, I think it's time to do something useful for myself and clean this place up.

I place the tote bag I had on my shoulder onto my couch before kicking off my new Birkenstocks and making my way into my bathroom. I rummage through my medicine cabinet before finding the ibuprofen bottle. I dump three in my hand and turn on the sink. I throw the pills into my mouth and cup a handful of water, lifting it to my mouth before I swallow it, letting that NY tap water work its way down my throat.

My head isn't killing me like before, but this will still help. I turn off the sink and walk into my bedroom. I yank off the jeans MK gave me and my underwear, adding them to my wash pile before slipping on a pair of basketball shorts and cozy socks.

I make my way back into the living room area, load up my Cleaning on a Sunday morning vibe playlist, set my phone down on my cheap wooden coffee table, and get to work.

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Just over an hour later, I am sweating as if I had just run a marathon. I smile to myself. I have the wash going, the living room cleaned, and the bedroom spotless, except for the piles of stuff that shouldn't be moved because I know exactly what's in there and how I like it. The bathroom still needs work, but eh.

I grab my phone and stop the playlist to look at my messages. I got a message back from Ash but not MK in the twins and mine group chat appropriately named Y/N & Twins. Ash came up with it until we pick something else.

In addition to Ash's message, I got a message from Max, so instead of replying, I just decided to shoot her a call. Why not? I got time. After a few rings, she answers.

Max: What up Bitch!

Y/N: Sup! Just got done cleaning my place.

M: Ew. You're cleaning instead of spending time with the Olsen twins? If Mary-Kate had texted me that you'd leave her and be cleaning today I would've made sure your ass came into work.

Y: Well, too late. And yes, I cleaned. I got home and realized what a shit show it was. Plus, if it's not clean, how in the hell will we watch the MCU?

I get no response a part of me is worried the call dropped.

Y: Max?

M: Are you serious?

Y/N: About?

M: Watching the rest of the MCU because I don't want you to get attached and then have Liz-

Y: No. No, it's okay. Plus, I think I'm going to try and talk to her.

I hear a sharp intake of breath over the phone.

M: Fuck, dude, really?

I pause.

Y: Yeah... Anyways! What do you say movie tonight? My place. Captain...

Damn, what's the character's name? 

M: Marvel! Captain Marvel! Yes, James and I will be there arroooouuunnndd 6:30/7. Maybe do a double feature tonight?

I nod.

M: Y/N?

Y: Oh yeah, sorry. Sounds good.

M: Yes! Time to prove to my little bitch of a brother how badass she is. Okay, see you tonight Y/N!

Just like that, the call ends. So now I'm left sitting by myself alone in my living room. I look around my studio apartment. Before living here, I had a place with Naomi; before that, it was my place at college.

I get a little sad as I look around the space. I realize it's because I spent a long time with someone who never let me be fully me. I see that now as I look at the empty spots on my shelves and tables. I take note.

I know I have a lot of things back home with my mom that I wouldn't mind having back into my life, but that means calling my mom, and let's not forget last time she spoke, she wanted our next call to be about my future and all that business. Because God forbid, I don't go back to school and decide that I want to work at a coffee shop.

So in the meantime, I open my Amazon app and purchase a few small things to add to my space. I think about getting a plant, but that's never worked out well in the past. You know how people have green thumbs? Call me Grey Thumbs. Plus, I wouldn't even know what to get.

God, I'm such a bad lesbian.

A smile comes across my face because I know exactly who could help me.

I open up my text conversation with Liz. My eyes gaze over the last words she sent to me. "Wow." She tried last night. After a minute of thought, I jokingly type the message:

"Got any plant rec?"

I laugh to myself about how stupid this is. I hover over the send button before backspacing and deleting the message. And before I can contemplate what else to do or say, I catch a whiff of something. I breathe in through my nose again. "What the hell is that?"

My eyes get a bit bigger as I look down at myself. I open my shirt and take a sniff. "Oh my God!" A night out, a wet dream, and one clean apartment later makes you this freaking stinky.

I quickly run to my washing machine and chuck in the clothes I have on before sprinting my naked ass to the bathroom in an effort to get rid of my smell.

Liz POV

After my call with MK, I didn't hear from her until Ash texted our shared group chat named Thing 1, Thing 2 & Lizard.

Ash: Hey sis MK just got back from helping Y/N downstairs Ash: 😏

MK: Ewww Ash! MK: Anyways! She's free from our clutches now

Thank you both! I'm somewhat busy atm so I'll call you guys when I do it

Ash: 💕

It being calling Y/N.

And I lied to the girls. I'm not busy today. Today is my final day to relax before I go back to filming for the next couple of weeks. And so far, all I've done is stress myself out, be on my secret social media accounts, and order room service breakfast which wasn't the best, but oh well.

It's now around 4pm London time, and I have yet to hear from Y/N, meaning if she is going to call, it will probably be late tonight. I huff and roll onto my back. At the edge of the bed is the half-eaten tray of food. My face looks disgusted, but my stomach speaks up. I think my stomach needs more food. Better food!

For the first time today, I get out of bed and plan to stay out of it for more than 5 minutes. I place my hair into a makeshift bun as I waltz myself into the bathroom. I look myself up and down before washing my face. Yes, I do it every night, but I feel gross, which will help wake me up from my afternoon tiredness. In addition to that, I quickly run the ZIP Beauty Device over my face. Once finished, I promptly examine myself. I smile at a job well done.

I make my way into the main room and throw my suitcase open in search of my comfy clothes section. After a rifle through it, I find it! One my favorite sweaters ever! My navy NYU sweater. I take off the clothes I've spent all day in, in favor of my NYU sweater and a pair of form-fitting sweatpants. I make sure I have everything phone, sunglasses, wallet, hotel key, and a black hat before slipping on my black birks, heading out the door.

Within minutes I'm down and walking around the streets of London. Thankfully no paparazzi seem to know that I'm back in the country or if they do, I don't see them.

I do love the city, but I enjoy the small towns more. That's why Robbie and I got the house in Richmond. I'd love to walk around and familiarize myself with the area whenever I had free time. I've also done that here before. Like in 2014, when we were shooting for Age of Ultron, I loved it.

I've been in my own little world for a while. I didn't even realize that my stomach had taken me to a place I hadn't thought of in years. It's this bistro called Padella; it's not the crème da la crème, but the pasta they serve is something that wooed me over from day one. And the little tarts they have - perfect.

The second I enter the, it's like I'm back to 2014, Lizzie. I'm led to the same table I use to get. I give the waitress the same order I use to give. I look around at the few people here at the same time as me. I look at each individual person and think of the reasons they're here. Ya, know people watching, coming up with stories for each of them.

I laugh at the silly scenario I just came up with for the older man with the red beanie in the corner. As I compose myself, I feel something I haven't felt since the last day alone I had with Y/N. Bliss. Happiness. Those feelings I want to share.

Y/N POV

After my long and hot shower, I got dressed like usual. Opting for a more casual fit. Black slim track pants and an oversized pocket tee. Now I find myself staring at my text messages between Sam and I. Just like I have been for the last couple of minutes.

Sam 🫐 Today 8:48 AM

Hey Y/N! So I just got a text from Max. You might not be coming in today?? Is this because of last night? Once again, I'm sorry, like really fucking sorry. Whenever you see this, please text me back.

Sam 🫐 Today 2:16 PM

Hey Are you free?

I close out of my phone. I'm a little nervous about trying to meet with Sam. How they acted, last night was not cool. Yes, I know how MK was, but at the same time, I literally just met and worked with Sam. For her to assume we'd become anything more right off the bat is a little worrying.

I laugh to myself. Maybe I'm the hottest bitch around and never realized it.

My phone buzzes in my hand. It's Sam.

Sam 🫐 Today 2:16 PM

Hey Are you free?

Yes I'm on my way home now. You okay?

Yeah I was wondering if you wanted to meet up and talk?

Sure. Where would you like to meet up?

I think about that. There's a little diner near me. I was like a regular after Naomi. They have these tarts that I used to consume like it was my job.

Is here good? (address attached)

Yeah. Give me like a good half hour. See ya there!

I exit my text messages. I want to stay friends with Sam, but I don't want her around if she is going to be a problem. That sounds mean, but we know how people can be. Plus, she knows about my connection with the Olsens. We didn't try and hide it, but still, I need to make sure Sam doesn't try and blow everything out of proportion.

I look down at my phone again. I click on the clock app. I move my finger over the world clock adding in the location, London, England.

"Damn," I mutter to myself. I don't know how many hours I thought England was ahead, but 5 seems fitting. So for Liz, it's 7:17pm. Meaning, if I want to call her, it will have to be sooner than I want. I roll my eyes and throw my head back. I let out a big yawn. I didn't know I had hiding. I close my eyes and succumb to a nap I didn't know I wanted.

Liz POV

The walk back to the hotel from Padella was more eventful than the walk to Padella. After leaving the spot, I decided to spend stop by a new wine bar. It's quiet on the inside, and it's clear this place is designed for an older crowd. I remove my sunglasses and hat.

The lady behind the counter gave me a monologue about the array of wines they carry and how different each one was. I appreciated hearing it, and I like the amount of care she has, but all I want is a glass of red.

I let the woman choose an excellent wine for me and thank her once it's in my hand. This place has rows and rows of books free for anyone to use. I find a book that's probably been taught in every English class know to man. The Great Gatsby. It's a classic, so I pick it up and place myself in a cozy corner.

_

A few chapters and an empty glass later, I feel a pair of eyes on me. I'm used to it, but today I haven't had to experience it yet, so I close the book and search for whoever is looking at me.

It doesn't take long because they're still staring. It's a younger woman. Early twenties, black hair, tight ponytail. She reminds me a lot of a certain Age of Ultron character. They're cute, but she's no Y/N.

The woman smiles at me as I assess them. I offer a friendly nod and wave that she mistakes for an invitation to join me at my table. I frown slightly as the woman becomes closer and closer. Luckily they don't see it as much as I like my personal time. I'd hate for a fan to feel unwelcome and disrespected. Yes, it's weird, but that's just being famous.

The woman walks up to my table, clearly anxious. "Hi, I hope it's okay, but could I get a picture?" She holds her phone and asks in that English accent we know so well.

I don't want a picture taken of me right now. But she's being kind. I stay seated and give the younger woman a gentle smile. "No. I'm sorry." I watch the girl's body deflate. "But if you'd like to join me, we can talk for a minute, and I can sign something for you." The girl immediately gets a smile and sits down across from me. "Oh my gosh! Really? Thank you!"

I hold my hand out to her. "Lizzie." The girl laughs. "I know." She takes my hand and shakes it. "Y/N."

You gotta be sitting me.

I lean toward her and pretend I didn't catch the name. "Sorry?" "Y/N." Our hands part. Yep, that's her name. What are the odds? "I feel like I should ask what brings you to London?" Other Y/N jumps right into it.

"You know how it goes." I look around. "Kevin's snipers are always watching." I offer a little chuckle. Thankfully Y/N gets the reference and laughs too. "Well, I have to say I loved you in WandaVision you're a shoo-in for an Emmy!"

I beg to differ. "No one does a Marvel job and thinks that you're going to get nominated for something." "You never know!" Other Y/N is starting to break out of her shell, and it's to know I can make fans feel that well.

The silence is starting to cloud us. "Is there anything I can sign for you?" I ask, trying to move this along. I watch as the girl across from me starts searching her bag. It looks like she might come up empty, so I look down at the book she brought over with her. Little Women. I love this book and what Florence did in the most recent movie adaptation made me so proud.

I slide it over to me and open the cover. It has a little excerpt in it from her mother. Before I have a chance to read it, the girl stops me. "Oh yeah, you can sign that!" I smile over at the girl as she hands me a Sharpie. I flip over to the title page of the book and sign it: Lizzie O. ❤️

I close the book and give her back her Sharpie. She holds the book up to her chest and smiles at me. "Thank you so much!" She's beyond giddy! "No problem. Just don't sell it or anything." I say the last bit in my Sokovian accent, causing the younger woman to be unable to speak. Instead, she nods her head as I start packing up my things. I return Gatsby back to where I found him and wave bye to Y/N as I walk out of the wine bar.

_

As I walk into my hotel, I look at my phone; it's now almost 8pm, and I still have nothing from Y/N. So I guess it's up to me.

Y/N POV

I don't know what is vibrating my boobs right now, but if it doesn't stop, I swear it's catching these hands. I peel one eye open and see it's my phone. I grab it and see I'm getting a phone call.

"Hello?" I say while yawning.

Sam: Finally! I thought you were setting me up!

Y/N: Sam?

Sam: Yeah?

Y: What time is it?

I groggily ask. Oh, shit, wait!

Y: What time is it!!

I pull my phone away from my face. Fuck I was supposed to meet Sam fifteen minutes ago!

Y: Shit! Sam, sorry I passed out! I promise I'm coming right now. Don't leave!

Before I give Sam a chance to speak up, I end the call and grab everything I need before heading out. Sunglasses, hat, wallet, keys, and my phone.

I run out the door before running back in, realizing I never put my shoes on. I come back in and slip on my red vans. I take one last look around my place before once again leaving.

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I haven't run this fast since track in high school. I burst into the little shop and instantly see Sam. She's sitting at the counter in front of all the tarts and pies they sell.

I give her a wave as I catch my breath. Sam looks me up and down. "Dude, did you run here?" I nod, reaching out for what I assume is Sam's water. Sam opens her mouth but doesn't say anything. I chug and chug the water until it's gone. "Sorry. But yes! I didn't mean to be late. Thanks for the water. I'll get you a new one." I let out as fast as I could as I felt the water land in my stomach.

"That was here and when I got here." Sam points to the empty water glass. My face becomes flushed with disgust, and my mouth dry. "Wha-" "I'm just fucking with you. Come sit down!" Sam pats the stool next to her. I can tell by Sam's reaction that a look of relief came over me. "Sorry, I just had to get you for being late." I sit down and look at her. "Valid."

A man walks up to us and asks for our order. Since I'm tired, I order water, black coffee, and a lemon tart. I turn to Sam, looking over the menu on the wall that hasn't changed in over 70 years. Well, the prices have. Sam orders a coke and a piece of apple pie. The man gives a warm grunt and walks away.

I look over to Sam. "Once again, sorry about being late." She nods her head. "It's okay." The elephant in the room has made itself known as silence surrounds us.

"So uh-"

"Sam I-"

We both start but stop and end up laughing at our miscommunication. Sam raises her hand to go first. "Y/N. I just want to apologize for how I acted last night." She quickly paused and purses her lips before continuing.

"It's just that the day you came into work and looked me in the eyes. You looked at me how I wish everyone looked at me. I just felt this instant connection to you, and trust me, I know that sounds super weird and stalkery, but it's true. As the day went on, you and I worked as one. We clicked!"

I go to stop Sam, but I don't. Because I know the exact feeling, she is talking about.

"And then once I saw that dirty blonde with her arm wrapped around you, I got so jealous and mad at myself. But then when-" Sam stops and looks at people around us before turning back to me. "When I figured out the blonde was Mary-Kate-" Sam whispers when she says MK's name.

"That's when it all clicked. That's when I figured out why you looked so familiar. I've seen the articles!" Sam puts her head into her hands before pulling it back to face me. To make sure, I look into her blue eyes.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for being so fucking rude to you. All you did was be nice; I took that to mean something else. That's unfair to you, to Max, to the Olsens. I'm just so incredibly sorry! And don't worry, I won't ever tell anyone you know them or anything."

Sam finally finished, and she looks so fragile. It's like the stress of the conversation was keeping her up. I stand up and hug her from behind. I only let go when she squeezes my hand. I sit back down on the stool next to me. "I forgive you, Sam. Trust me. I know what it's like. So it's okay." I don't go into details or let my forgiveness go on any longer. Sam smiles. "Friends?" I chuckle because, yes, "friends."

We smile at each other just as our food and drinks arrive. After a bite of one another's treats, we start to learn more about one another to become better friends.

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"Text me when you get home, so I know you're safe!" I yell out to Sam as she gets farther and farther away. "You too!" Her and I wave before focusing on our own routes home.

After two blocks, I pull out my phone and decide to let the twins know that I spoke to Sam. Not surprisingly, Ash responds instantly.

Y/N & Twins 4:02 PM

Spoke to Sam Everything's cool now She says sorry to you MK as well she felt awful

Ash: Awww well I'm happy you two figured it out

I wait for a text from MK, but it doesn't come. She hasn't talked in this chat all day. Maybe she's busy? Oh well, I won't sweat it. I go on about my walk back home.

Liz POV

It's now after 9, and with my call time being in twelve hours, I need to be in bed now! I've already done my nightly routine, but all that's left is for me to go to bed, put my head on my pillow and sleep, but that last step is the tricky part.

I can't drift off and sleep without thinking about Y/N. I let out a frustrating noise as I reach for my phone. I look at the blank screen. No calls. No texts. No emails. Nothing from Y/N.

"Screw it." I let out before reaching her name in my contacts. I click on it and hit the call button.

Y/N POV

I make it back to my apartment in one piece and let Sam know I'm safe. I start getting a few things ready for tonight's movie fest. Nothing major just extra pillows and blankets I have stored in my closet since it's going to be Max, James, and I tonight.

I flip on my tv since I have time to kill. I go to the Netflix app to put on New Girl when a movie thumbnail catches my eye. I furrow my brows and walk closer to my tv screen. "Liz?"

Netflix doesn't let me get a better look. Instead, it does the auto-play thing that I hate and starts playing this movie called Wind River. I know I have time before Max and James get here, so I decide to let the movie play.

I can feel myself getting pulled into this movie only five minutes in. However, I feel my phone buzz next to me, breaking me out. I pause the movie, answering my phone and expecting Max.

Y/N: What up whore?

There's a long pause before I hear Max's breath come through my phone.

Y: Max?

Liz: Y/N?

I pull my phone back from my face because that's not Max. My eyes go wide, and my face goes red, realizing what I've done.

I open my mouth, but nothing is happening.

Oh my God, I can't breathe!

Speak!!!

Y: Liz!? I- Oh- I'm so sorry I-

Before I can continue, her angelic voice cuts me off.

Liz: Y/N I-

Part 14

[noelledeltarune]

EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[bereft-of-frogs]

There’s that post that’s like ‘everyone should get into a tiny niche fandom at least once’ fully agree, that was really fun -- but I would like to add that everyone should get into a fandom where their opinions run counter to major fanon because it really teaches you about sticking to your guns and trusting your interpretation of the text without having to rely on peer validation

because WHAT are people talking about sometimes

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[chimaeraonwards]

John Cusack, the voice actor for Dimitri in Anatasia (1997), shared his statement on Palestine 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸 🇵🇸

P.S. He has been a Palestinian supporter for years

[pachix]

https://www.geoguessr.com/vgp/3007

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

[theoldkyokodied]

The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic

[tragedykery]

I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human

[finneroo]

I am a violin maker learning to tattoo so here is a banana with the decoration from the Hellier Strad violin

[chloesimaginationthings]

Jeremiah and Mike’s first conversation in FNAF 2

[the-phantom-peach]

a handful of miscellaneous domestic zelink for my the soul 💘

[decaffeinatedpartymuggoop]

The mischaracterization of people from PJO is so funny, but ESPECIALLY from HOO onward like.

“Hazel’s such an innocent little angel. She’s always nice and kind and confused.”

Hazel, who’s always ready to fight in the same way Percy is? Hazel, who made it explicitly clear she probably would’ve rocked Octavian’s shit had he not been blackmailing her? Who gets so angry on behalf of the people she loves, to the point where she doesn’t forgive those who have wronged them? Who Percy described as cursing up a storm in one of their first interactions? Who’s been shown time and time again to be FAST to anger? That Hazel?

Or Nico, who’s “a misunderstood emo. A small bean. Cute like a wet cat and innocent like a bunny.”

Nico, who’s cannonically described by most characters as “scary and unnerving?” Nico, who, for a long time, is one of the angriest characters in the series? Who’s only sassy and sarcastic because it took him FOUR YEARS to mellow out? Who’s described as being one of the most powerful demigods, who a lot of people still consider the scariest? Who’s come into his own as a character from TTC to TSATS? That Nico?

Or Annabeth who’s, “cold and calculating. Doesn’t show emotion or express herself”

Annabeth, who’s the most expressive person in the series? Who cries in EVERY book in the OG series? Whether it be for Luke, or Thalia, or Percy, or Chiron, or a literal DOG? Who expresses passion like no other when it comes to architecture and her other interests? Who’s expressed compassion for people she didn’t know? People who at times posed a threat to her? Who isn’t afraid to be angry, or happy, or snide, or rude, or excited, or scared, or ecstatic? Who’s been unapologetically herself since the moment the series started? That’s who doesn’t show emotion? That’s Annabeth?

[thekaiserroll]

Hug

It's nearly impossible to have a quiet and peaceful day with the crew, like the strawhats. Nami is mostly used to the noise on Going Merry but one day she gets fed up with Zoro and Sanji arguing. Not only are they extremely loud, but they've also already broken way too many things during their fights.

She decides that If they want to act like brats, then she's going to treat them as such. So she makes them apologize and hug each other in silence for an hour. None of them are happy about this punishment, but Nami threatened to raise Zoro's debt, and Sanji couldn't say no to her. It could be worse.

It's awkward enough for them to not incite any fight for a long time and Nami is quite proud of herself. She knows it won't last forever but at least now she knows how to handle them. It inevitably happens again. And again. And again.

Much to her surprise, those fights became more and more frequent. And what's even weirder is that she could see the way both Zoro and Sanji occasionally glanced at her to make sure she was nearby. It's almost as if they wanted someone to make them hug each other. As if they needed an excuse.... these idiots.

Soon, they don't even need Nami's help. When they aren't busy training, cooking or fighting, they cuddle together. Sometimes Luffy or Chopper would join them, but most of the crew knew it was their time.

After two years spent separately, they became extremely clingy. It's no surprise when they start sleeping in the same bed. What is surprising is that despite them behaving like a lovey-dovey couple, those oblivious idiots are STILL unaware of each other's feelings.

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny