“So,” Buck hums, drawn out, “does that mean the date wasn’t a total bust?”
Tommy pretends to think about it, laughing softly when Buck pouts at him. “Definitely not, no.”
“So,” Buck says, again, biting at his lower lip, “does that also mean a goodnight kiss is on the table?”
It’s extremely gratifying to see the way Tommy’s eyes darken at that. “I think that could be arranged.”
For their second kiss, Buck meets him halfway.
[5 times Buck is feeling insecure (and Tommy reassures him), plus 1 time Buck decides to be bold (and reaps the rewards).]
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We need to talk about the downgrade of Apollo in Lore Olympus because Rachel did him so dirty, like his character has been mistreated do much 😭
Don't take this personal, anon, you've done nothing wrong ! i'll just use this ask as a way to, somehow, dumps my violent thoughts about this... Thingy.
Rant below.
What Lore Olympus did to Apollo isn't even a downgrade, it's plain disrespectful, an insult to an important figure and symbol. Not only him, but also the rest of the gods that appear in that nonsense that dares to call itself a """comic""", which is also an insult to writers and artists. Lore Olympus did a culture wrong, did a comic wrong in general, but it did to Apollo has no words to describe it. If every time someone talks about Apollo, they need to EXPLAIN why he's not the LO one, we have a problem. When we are talking about Apollo, we're talking about APOLLO and that's it. Why the fuck do we need to specify? Because of this piece of shit that had the audacity to even come out in physical format. As someone who has been writing since she was a child, who also studies literature and took courses regarding how to write a fucking decent story, i don't even know where to begin with this horrible piece of... """Media""" that Webtoon keeps promoting as if it wasn't something that wasn't of a big deal. My ass.
Gotta love seeing a bunch of teens who educated themselves with Tiktok reading that AND not only throwing bullshit at Apollo, a figure who i love with my entire being and who has brought me comfort in numerous ways, but also thinking that rape victims just "get over it" after meeting a handsome man or whatever. As if Hades wasn't fucking awful in that comic. That's not how it works. Don't write about dangerous topics if you know shit about them.
Gotta love how i always associated Persephone with dark-pink, due to the pomegranate seeds being of that color, BUT NOW i can't see her with anything with that color anymore because of the ugly ass """character""" LO made. What even is WRONG with the teens reading it that they go and change wiki articles to make the myths accurate to this bullshit that has the balls to call itself a comic ????
I won't even go "sure, you like it, fine" NO. NO I CANNOT. WHAT DO YOU EVEN SEE THAT IS APPEALING? I've seen people who knew nothing about Greek Folklore say it was boring as hell. Some kind of Twilight 2.0 but even worse. For fuck's sake, i'm the first person who likes characters that in real life wouldn't be nice to be with, because NONE OF THEM ARE HUMAN, all of those are monsters or invented creatures. What do those teens even SEE in LO when the designs are all fucking awful.
And after what they did to ALL of the gods, SPECIALLY to Apollo, if they have the fucking audacity to touch Dionysus too, i truly apologize for the person i will become.
If they fucking dare to mistreat Dionysus just like the damn Hades Game did and make him a pice of scum just like that one, i do apologize for the things i'm capable of doing.
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Making A Dent
Waking Dreamer - Part Thirteen
(tw: nightmare mention? Wow thats it. I SWEAR the plot picks up after this, this is the tipping point - thank you for sticking with me through the dredge of a series-)
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Focus....
Focus and breath.
Aaron closed his eyes, feeling the warm, golden light tangle softly down his veins. It wrapped through his bones.
Focus...
Breathe...
His lungs pressed gently at his ribs, expanding to pull in the invisible light. Life. unbridled power.
Blocked right at the rips of his fingers.
“You stopped breathing…” Jeremiah murmured softly, gently prompting him to continue.
Aaron kept his eyes closed, pulling in another smooth breath.
The copper mug of water was only half full, but was already starting to better resemble lead. It weighed at his arms, pulling a tremor from his aching muscles.
He focused.
Warmth. Heat. Boiling…
It didn’t seem to be happening.
But of course it wouldn’t. He wasn’t in a dream, he wouldn’t be able to access The Core in the waking world. And as much as Jeremiah and Jessie worked with him, telling him that this would make it easier in the dreams, he still couldn’t quite bring himself to understand this ‘training’.
Wasn’t this just going to enforce the belief that he’d fail?
Aaron sighed, setting the mug back down on the counter, not bothering to even look at the pitiful, distinctly not hot, thing.
“I don’t think it’s helping.”
Jeremiah frowned softly at him, tugging him by the shoulders away from the counter again. “It’s helping. You’re building neural pathways and strengthening the pull like muscle memory. Even if you can’t manifest right now, that doesn’t mean your efforts are futile.”
Aaron shrugged his hands away. Gently. He didn’t want to hurt the poor guy’s feelings. Not when he was trying so hard to help. “I think…something’s just…wrong with me. I can’t - it’s not helping the dreams. I’ve been having them every night for weeks now - I guess…I’m having fewer nightmares, but during the bad dreams, The Core is still just gone. I…I don’t know, Jer. I don’t know anything..”
Jeremiah nodded solemnly. “I think you just need some rest. You work yourself to death during the day, and you work yourself to death in your sleep. You need the practice - it’s important - but you need to rest, too.”
Aaron took in a shaky breath, letting it out again. He glanced around the coffee shop - the warm streetlights shining through darkened windows. Shadows.
“..okay. Enough for today, then. Let’s j-”
“-no no, I’ll finish closing - you just go get some sleep.”
Aaron blinked at him. “...really? I don’t want you to have t-”
“No, I’m serious. You’ve had a much longer shift than me, go get some sleep.”
Aaron smiled softly back at him. “You’re wonderful…” his eyes were already burning from exhaustion. He reached behind him and snagged his jacket off the counter, sleeves fwooshing as he slipped his arms into place.
“You’re sure?”
Jeremiah chuckled warmly, giving Aaron a solid scoot toward the door. “Go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Aaron smiled, stepping back and toward the door. “You’re the best - thank you.”
“Mhm, now get.”
“Yea yea yea-” he shoved open the front door. “Goodnight!!”
And off into the night he went.
Jeremiah watched him go.
All the way across the street. Into the darkness.
His eyes finally turned back to the mug. Copper was a good idea.
He picked it up gingerly. By the handle.
Scalding.
No bubbling yet, but close.
He pulled up a tendril and wove the piece of Core to his fingertips, shielding himself from the heat as his hands wrapped around the mug.
There was a slight indent that his fingers smothered - soft lines where Aaron’s hands once were.
The poor boy was running so hot, he didn’t even realize the liquid was as well.
Aaron had figured it out.
Finally…
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