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the way everyone is coming at Sabrina is lowkey giving the summer of 2020 all over again. People feel powerless about the state of the world and latch on to small things online and create a huge discourse.

1. that “lolita” reference that everyone is talking about was in a magazine issued last year and no one had a problem with it then (she apologized after the shoot saying she wasn’t trying to reference it and if it’s anyone’s fault it’s the issuers), people are only bringing this up now because people are hungry to cancel someone new. obviously the lolita shoot was wrong but it was for a magazine where she had no creative direction. In reference to the sprinkle picture everyone keeps throwing around: The photographer is Zoë Ghertner and she’s very into nature, water, warmth, and what she describes as ‘goey’ aesthetics. None of the other pictures she took of Sabrina in that shoot have any resemblance to anything from ‘Lolita’. According to W Mag, it was the last picture of the shoot because it was very hot out and it would ruin her makeup and hair. And many of Zoë’s other shoots depict models in wet conditions, tights, covered in organic elements like sand, showing off the body in some ways. I sincerely doubt Zoë, Sabrina, or W Mag wanted her to mimic ‘Lolita’. If after this information you still want to believe the internet theory, go right ahead.

2. Everyone is talking about Sabrina’s cover like have you seen some of these male rapper’s album covers? one for example is partynextdoor this just shows that if it was a man’s album cover no one would be freaking out like this.

3. the album is literally called man’s best friend and features a man treating a woman like a dog. the lead single is manchild. how are people missing that it’s clearly satire? she’s mocking the way women are dehumanized under the male gaze. it’s not that deep unless you don’t get it, then it kinda is.

4. people making this political or thinking it’s political are just wrong. Sabrina’s not suddenly being political, she’s being intentional. the album isn’t about policy or activism, it’s social commentary. it’s satire. she’s playing with the male gaze, gender roles, and how women are seen, using irony to make a point. that’s not politics, that’s art.

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CONRAD IN THE TRAILER THAT'S IT

YES!! this is his summer, been waiting for dis one

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im gonna cry??? tysm!!🥹💌

i'm so late omg but that fic was amazing 𖹭!!

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thanks for the tag <3

my hair is currently cherry red but i couldn't find something similar hah. Anyway, i fear that description is way too accurate.

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the way people REFUSE to acknowledge the point of the cover only for the sake of hating on her too!!

some people lack media literacy and it shows. sabrina’s album cover is MEANT to invoke a reaction. it’s intentional. to compare her bonnie blue for ‘setting women back’ is insanity, and it shows that you don’t understand her intentions. it’s so clearly to prove a point about how the male gaze sees women, and if you can’t see that, you’re part of the problem.

please watch this video.

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HELLOO?? THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

The Only Thing I Remember

Camp Half-Blood was quiet.

Not the soft, peaceful kind of quiet that meant summer was ending and the gods were sleeping, but a quiet that cracked like cold marble—empty and brittle. It was the kind of silence that filled the air after someone screamed. The kind that settled after death.

Because Percy Jackson was gone.

No one knew what had happened. One moment, he was on a routine quest—one of the safer ones, they’d said. In and out. Not a threat. And then… nothing. Not a drachma message. Not a sign. Not a body. Just a chasm where his presence had once been.

And for you, it was worse than death.

As the daughter of Hades, you knew death. You could feel it in the ground, in the way shadows clung to the corners of the world. You had felt it each time a soul left their body, tasted it in the air, in your bones. But with Percy? There was nothing.

No final whisper. No soul to track in the Underworld.

He had simply vanished.

And you shattered with him.

You stopped training. You stopped talking. You stopped eating unless someone physically dragged you to the dining pavilion. The other campers whispered behind your back, their pity sharp and constant. Even Clarisse looked at you with something like sympathy, and that was worse than her usual scorn.

Annabeth tried once, she tried to sit beside you in the woods and tell you Percy was strong, that he’d survived worse, that maybe the gods were hiding something. But you saw the break in her voice, the tremble in her fingers, and you knew she didn’t believe it any more than you did.

You didn’t go to the beach anymore.

The sea made you sick now.

Instead, you wandered the darkest parts of the forest, where the shadows curled and whispered and the air smelled like damp earth. Sometimes you called for your father. Sometimes you begged the ground to open up and show you something. A grave. A ghost. Anything.

But there was nothing.

He was nowhere.

And you loved him too much to make peace with that.

When he returned, it was raining.

The kind of storm that soaked the entire camp in minutes. Thunder cracked over the Big House, and campers huddled in the cabins while the rain lashed against the windows like the gods were screaming. You stood alone in the middle of the camp circle, drenched, motionless, staring into the distance with hollow eyes.

Then you felt it.

It was the same pull you’d always felt around him. Like gravity. Like a string tightening in your chest. You turned before you could think, heart thundering louder than the storm.

And there he was.

Percy. Standing just beyond the archway near the cabins, soaked to the bone, breathing like he’d run a thousand miles to get there.

He looked like a ghost. Pale, trembling, clothes torn, eyes wide. And yet so painfully alive.

You didn’t move.

You didn’t breathe.

He stepped forward, hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure if this was real. As if maybe you’d vanish too.

“Love…” he rasped.

You ran.

You crossed the space between you in seconds, the rain blinding, the thunder deafening. You crashed into him with a sob, arms around his neck, body pressed so tightly against his that your heartbeat thundered against his chest. He caught you—barely—his arms weak but still wrapping around you like they remembered how.

You cried. You screamed. You kissed him and then shoved him, fists pounding against his chest.

“Where the fuck were you?” Your voice cracked. “Where the hell have you been?!”

“I—I didn’t know who I was,” he choked out, trying to catch his breath. “I didn’t remember anything. Not my name, not the gods, not Camp—nothing. But you…”

His voice dropped, trembling.

“You were the only thing I remembered.”

You stared at him, rain pouring down your face like the sky was weeping for you both.

“What?”

He touched your cheek like it might break him. “Your face. Your voice. Your laugh. I didn’t know what they meant, but I knew I had to find you. I didn’t even know my name, but I knew you.”

Your knees buckled and he caught you again, arms tightening like a lifeline.

“I thought you were dead,” you sobbed, voice shaking. “I felt nothing, Percy. Not even death. Just a hole. Like something ripped through me and left me bleeding.”

“I’m here now. I’m here. I swear, I’m never leaving again.”

You kissed him. Fiercely. Desperately. Like you could make up for every sleepless night, every empty dream, every scream you buried in your pillow. He kissed you back with the same aching need, his lips tasting like salt and rain and something holy.

You held his face in your hands. “Don’t ever do that to me again.”

“I won’t,” he whispered. “Not if the gods themselves try to drag me away. Not if Tartarus opens beneath my feet. I’d fight it all just to stay with you.”

Your fingers gripped the collar of his shirt. “You terrified me.”

“I terrified myself.”

You leaned your forehead against his. “I love you.”

He kissed your trembling mouth again. “And I never stopped.”

Later, when the storm passed and the camp gathered, you stood at his side like a shadow made of love and steel. The other campers stared in shock. Chiron wept quietly. Even the gods, from their distant thrones, felt the shift in the air.

Percy Jackson had returned.

And his heart had always been yours.

Even when he didn’t remember anything else.

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have you seen the trailerrrrrr????

YESS omg i'm so excited and the daylight x red mashup??? can't get over it

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ICE CREAM DELIVERY!!! give ice cream to your favorite bloggers and help them stay cool this summer 🍦

OMG SALMA this is so sweet ily 😭

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Your blog is so pretty, might have to snatch it up and put it in my pocket..

omg aw thanks, i'm ready to be carried around in ur pocket 🫵🏼

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you give SUCH brina energy i can’t explain it omg

this is the BEST compliment ever omg i might cry, i love her so much 😓

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AHHH I LOVE YOUR THEME TSITP!!

OMG THANK YOUUU!! i'm already soo ready for the new season hehe.

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NEW SABRINA ALBUM WE WON

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I love an em dash <3

How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )

Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨

Em Dashes (—)

To emphasize a shift / action / thought.

They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.

To add drama.

They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.

To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?

To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."

To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.

We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—

A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”

Semi Colons ( ; )

To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.

Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?

Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈

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heyyy i love your ethan fics and also you seem so cool

hi! omg thank you soo much! i love your theme by the way <3

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Hii can you write Leo x Reader where r wears a dress or skirt and Leo can’t focus bc she looks soooooo perfect? ( friends to loversss ) idk i feel like it would be cute😅

⋆𐙚 short skirts and short circuits 𖥻 leo valdez

▰▰ pairing : leo valdez x fem!reader

Leo has tried way too hard not to crush on his best friend. But when she suddenly decides to wear a skirt— yeah. That'll be a problem for him.

mari talks! i love leo requests hehe

warnings: no use of y/n, no cabin mentioned for reader.

Leo Valdez is great with machines. Engines, gears, blueprints, schematics. He knows it all. That's his thing. And he excels at it.

With humans, on the other hand... He isn't that great in that department. Especially when it comes to girls. Definitely when it comes to his best friend casually wearing a skirt around him.

She has always been cute. He knows that. Adorable. With paint on her fingers half the time, hair always pulled back into a ponytail, denim overalls over her camp orange shirt.

She has been his person since day one at camp. The one that always had his back— comfort in the shape of the only girl who doesn't treat him like a ticking time bomb. So yeah, Leo has always found her beautiful, to say the least.

But she isn't supposed to look like that.

She isn't supposed to just come into bunker nine wearing a skirt. A short skirt. And makeup that make her eyes sparkle in a way he thinks not even fireworks could replicate.

Safe to say, he almost sets something on fire the second his eyes fall on her.

"Hey." She says casually, like she didn't just rewrite the laws of his universe.

He drops his wrench with a loud clank. "Uh- hello."

Smooth. Real smooth, Leo.

He blinks at her, totally stunned. "Are you... going somewhere?"

"No? Just felt like dressing up." She shrugs.

Dressing up. Just because. Just felt like turning Leo's world upside down. Perfect.

Leo turns back to his half-built project and wills his hands to stop shaking. Focus. Focus on the bolts. Not the way her skirt twirls when she moves. Not the way her lips shine with lipgloss.

"Watcha working on today?" She comes closer to him, and Leo feels as stiff as a board.

"I— um— a new..." Gods, has he forgotten how to talk? "Stabilizer for- y'know... Festus."

She probably doesn't realize what she's doing to him, because she simply smiles and sits on a nearby stool, propping her chin on her hand to watch him work. Like always. Except this time, she's swinging her legs, almost as if she has a personal vendetta against his attention span.

He fumbles for the wrench again and nearly knocks over an entire tray of gears.

"You okay?" she asks, innocent and sweet and so pretty, Leo thinks it should probably be illegal.

"I—I'm fine. Yep. Totally. Great." His voice cracks a little. "Just short-circuited a little. I mean. Not me. The gear. Yeah, the gear short-circuited. I'm... great."

"You're acting weird." She giggles. "And I mean, weirder than usual."

"I'm acting..." Leo turns to look at her, eyes wide, hands shaking. "You're the one acting weird! You— Look at you! It looks like you're actively trying to melt my CPU."

She tilts her head, giggling innocently as if she doesn't understand what she's doing. Meanwhile, her legs are still softly swinging and the lipgloss shines under the light. This is so unfair.

"You're staring." She teases, but she can't help the way her voice sounds a little hopeful.

Leo opens his mouth. Closes it. Then opens it again.

"I'm not— I mean. Maybe. A little?" He scratches the back of his head. "It's not my fault you came in here looking like that, okay?"

"Like what?" Her eyes widen, mocking innocense as she stands up and walks closer to him.

He points to the skirt as if it personally tried to end him. Which, it really did. Almost killed him.

She raises her eyebrows, looking down as if she just realized she's wearing that damn skirt. "So the skirt's the problem?"

"No! I mean— there’s no problem with the skirt." He groans, hiding his face behind a dirty rag. "It's just... I'm— I've been trying hard. Really hard not to have a crush on you for like, years, and now you just show up like this and— and you really can't do that!"

"Why can't I? I mean it's just—" She stops once she has fully processed his words, the teasing smile drops from her face, replaced by something more softed, almost vulnerable. "You have a crush on me?"

Leo blinks at her, surprised. "I mean, obviously? Have you met you?"

There’s a beat of silence, her cheeks feel warm and it's definitely not because of the steam always coming from whatever Leo's working on.

"And you look pretty." He blurts out, feeling more nervous as the silence stretches. "I mean, you always look pretty. But like— extra pretty. Today. Right now."

"Are you flirting with me, Valdez?" She asks, voice suddenly unsure even as she tries to keep teasing him.

"No. I mean. Yes? I'm trying to." He admits, looking down. "I never really know what i'm doing when i'm around you."

She stares at him for a second, lips parted as if she's trying to figure out if she heard him right. And then she laughs. For a second, Leo thinks she's laughing at him. But no. That laugh is not teasing or mean, it just sounds... relieved.

"Leo." She says softly, smiling at him. "I've been trying to flirt with you for months."

His eyes snap up. "What?"

"Yeah." Hesitantly, she steps a little closer to him. "But since you never acknowledged it, I just kinda figured... you weren't interested."

Leo thinks maybe he'll be exploding like his inventions in just about any second.

He scrubs a hand down his face. "Gods, I'm so dumb."

She giggles, reaching to pull his hand down, instead taking it in hers. "Maybe just a little oblivious?"

"Definitely." He agrees, finally dropping the rag he has been torturing with his hands. "But—"

He takes a deep breath, eyes connecting with hers as he hesitantly places his hand on her waist. He tugs her closer, guiding her to stand between his legs where he's sitting.

"This is me noticing." He tells her, voice still unsure. "And the flirting? It's working. Really working. Like i'm about five seconds from completely short-circuiting."

She's blushing, he can see it now that he's closer. "So... what happens now?"

Leo doesn’t know where he finds the courage to, but instead of replying, he's suddenly leaning forward, heart in his throat. And he kisses her.

She melts into it immediately, like this is something she has been waiting too long for. And it's a little messy. But it's perfect, because it's them.

When they finally break apart, she rests her forehead against his, a smile tugging on her lips, the lipgloss smeared. "I should definitely wear skirts more often."

He groans. "I'm never getting anything done ever again."

But Leo Valdez has never been more glad to short-circuit.

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omg i LOVE the new theme!!! so so cute !!

AHH i'm just seeing this but thanks so so much 𖹭

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hi mari!!! how are you? I was wondering if I’d please be able to request a version of the “my current boyfriend” trend with ethan nakamura? if not, totally fine! thank you! 😽

hi mal!! hope ur doing good! here you go, hope you like it 𖹭