#tlt awakened something in me

[gideonisms]

The thing about enemies to lovers toxic yuri is if you have it once nothing else hits the same afterwards. so be careful before you start thinking too hard about girls who hate each other and the many activities they could do together

#tlt awakened something in me #well several things #but most importantly the urgent desire for girls to hatefuck more

[obscureoperations]

Could I have a scene where I brush Martin hair? ( I find them so beautiful) and pampering💕

Your fingers entwine in the silky tendrils as you reach for the brush sitting beside you. Still slightly damp from a shower..the warm citrusy scent of his shampoo clouds your senses. His head lolls forward as your nails rake over his scalp, a soft sigh escapes his lips. You repeat the action and you could swear he shivers lightly, a barely audible moan forms in his throat. 

Martin’s hair was perfect in your opinion, you’d be lying to say you weren't slightly jealous. Chestnut brown locks that always managed to fall into his eyes..he’d brush them away with annoyance. Carelessly blowing in the breeze only to effortlessly fall  back into place. Martin’s hair had a life of its own.

 You would often find yourself staring at him at odd moments throughout the day. The way the sunlight would bounce off his features, illuminating streaks of auburn and gold in his hair. He’d manage to catch you at times, a look of concern spread across his face. “Y/n.. is something wrong?” Martin was sweet. “Nothing at all...” You’d quickly assure him. “You’re just really cute.. d’ya know that?”

He had long since gotten used to your fascination with his mane, if anything it was another tool added to his arsenal. Kissing you sweetly, lips moving to the crook of your neck, feather soft hair caressing your skin. He loved the way you would tremble beneath him as he works his way down your body. The sharp sting in his scalp as you grasp a fistful of locks always managed to awaken something inside of him.

You managed to catch him a few moments after a shower, a thick cotton towel wrapped securely around his waist. He grinned at you almost sheepishly for a moment before carrying out the rest of his routine. You were already dressed and ready for bed.. you had taken a shower the moment you came home. Martin had been home for less than an hour, from what he told you on the phone, he had a really long day. 

You were glad that Martin was no longer under Cuda’s thumb and happily living with you. It was like everything you had been wishing for had finally come to fruition. He seemed content enough at his new job, but it was extremely physically demanding. Martin was strong, but you had to admit moving furniture all day wasn't your idea of a good time. He would often come home sore and stiff, all the while relating funny stories about his co workers. He was happy and that was all that mattered.

He was actually adorable. You continue to watch as he furiously runs the towel over his head, patting the rest of his skin dry-- the thin tan pajamas rests low on his hips. With a sigh you sit forward, grasping the brush that you kept hidden beside you. You had knicked it the moment the two of you got off the phone. Martin finally eases his way over to the bed. before he does, you stop him.

“H-hey wait Martin..sit right here.”

He looks confused for a moment, glancing around the room awkwardly. Absentmindedly toying with the hem of his pajamas.

“Here?” he asks sitting awkwardly at the foot of the bed.

“Yeah..just right there.” You whisper, placing a brief kiss at  the top of his shoulder. The small gesture seems to relax him, he inches closer.

 The moment the brush touches his scalp he actually sighs, in your opinion, it sounds more like a moan. The scent of his shampoo draws you in, prompting you to place another kiss against his shoulder blade. He gasps lightly, as he tlts his head. “Y/n.. wha--” 

“I just wanna brush your hair darling.”

You can feel him stiffen just for a bit, at this point, he’s still not used to the attention. The simple gesture probably came with a catch in his mind, or a sordid type of intention.

“‘Ok” he offers lightly. You can already see him begin to tremble.

He settles down instantly.You didn’t mean it to sound funny, you actually wanted to brush his hair.

“Martin, darling..it’s alright.. just lean back against me yeah?”

The moment he does, you can feel him relax, damp skin against your thin cotton t-shirt. His breath begins to slow as the blunt bristles rake over his scalp, you take a moment to press a kiss against his temple.

“How was work sweetheart?”

His breath hitches.

“It-s-wa-good...” He mumbles. You can feel him meld back against you as you carefully run the flat brush along his hair. Leisurely craning your neck to  kiss his temple, gently tugging at his dampened locks. Every movement seemed to draw him towards you, closer and closer until he finally spoke up.

Your name came out as a barely audibly whisper, he gently grabs your wrist removing the brush from your hands. He eyes you with a curious expression, absentmindedly gnawing at his lower lip. You could see the wide range of emotions swirling behind his hazel eyes. Inching closer still, he leans in pressing his mouth to yours.

#martin 1977 #martin 1978 #martin mathias #martin/you #martin/reader #sorry this took so long.. it was in my drafts

[lunarlikeness]

gideon nav as a character has had such a ridiculous and borderline embarassing impact on my psyche. when i read gtn i immediately latched on to her in a way i couldn't really explain, especially because (as is so common with this series) i had to re-read the book twice before i really understood what was going on. now i'm no stranger to butch/masc representation in media, as i actively seek it out, but something in gideon really struck home with me. in my experience a lot of that butch/masc representation tends to come in the form of stone-cold, serious characters. (which, good for them! i have no issue with this whatsoever!) but i have struggled with labels and identities for so long, and to see gideon presented as a sort of "she's tall and fit and has titty mags and swings a huge sword, and she's stone-cold and serious, but she swears like a sailor and makes that's-what-she-said-jokes" gal really hit me head on because i saw myself in her. to like a horrific extent. she could get away with being immature art times and not have it undermine her character in any way.

and then i clambered into the hellfire of the internet, and the tlt-shaped corner of it, and saw people describe her using the terms "butch" and "masc" and was slapped in the face with the realization that i had finally found a label that resonated with me and that i could settle comfortably into. so that's fun!!

tl;dr thank you gideon nav for the butch awakening i honor you with a pair of aviators that never leave my hair or shirt-neck.

#gideon the ninth

[greatneedtotakeanap]

i binge read

episode 9 - the house of hades

i don’t care what anybody says, hazel levesque was the main character in this book.

of course, all of the seven are the main characters, and all of them underwent a life changing journey in this book - Percy and Annabeth in Tartarus of course, Frank in Venice with all of the katoblepones and again in the House of Hades summoning the dead, Jason with his whole Cupid-Nico escapade, Leo meeting Calypso, and Piper fighting Khione. But Hazel’s journey was the most central to the plot. She actively chose the crossroads that would lead to the events of the whole book - Leo falling, Percy and Annabeth unconscious in front of the Doors, Frank wounded. Those were all events that she chose and events that came to pass. She, personally, led to pretty much everything that happened. She’s the most powerful of the seven imo, with all of the Mist manipulation and gem summoning - she easily possesses the most raw power.

Anyways. I’d have to talk about all of the Seven individually for this post to work. We’ve already covered Hazel so let’s start with Jason, because nobody ever does. I really wish this guy had more character, even just in his own chapters. I understand that he’s hella blunt and how helpful that is, and most of the time I appreciate it. But his main conflict in this book was belonging, in the Greek versus the Roman camps (which is something that Nico was also struggling with in a different way). I wish he’d explored that, the blending of Greek and Roman, within himself more. I think it’s a very important plot point that I as a biracial kid can relate to specifically - the feeling of coming from two different places, loving two different cultures, wondering to which you truly belong.

Next, Piper. We really didn’t see as much as I’d like to see of her in this book. She kind of just popped up whenever anybody needed a charmspeaking side character. Her big climax moment was fighting Khione, which was a pretty cool scene I must admit. I admired not only her quick thinking but her ability to accept that she was unable to think like Annabeth and her willingness to embrace her own way of thinking. That’s something that I don’t see as much as I’d like. Also I loved the little detail of her swordfighting lessons with Hazel. The girl power and camaraderie was strong and I appreciated that. It almost seems to me like she’s learning that she is like other girls--the narrative in her chapters was very different from in TLT.

Leo. If nobody ever shut me up, I could talk for days about Leo Valdez. Admittedly he pissed me off a bit sometimes - sometimes his jokes took things too far, especially when he picked on Frank. But this fifteen year old child built a HELICOPTER in MIDAIR. He just makes it so hard not to love him. The high point for him this book was, obviously, when he crashlanded on Calypso’s island. It was one of my favorite parts of the book, too, partially because it was one of those scenes I could just see in my head, every second. It made a pretty beautiful picture too. You could see both of them slowly falling in love - Jason says later that he was only in exile for five days, but Leo, on Ogygia, clearly experienced at least two weeks - one of them building a looking glass, the other building a boat with Calypso. It was interesting to see, through the other people’s eyes, how it changed him. And how he refused to talk about it. I love how his instinct, whenever he sees Gaea, is to just chuck the nearest object at her. In TLT, he sees her in face in the porta-potty sludge, and he chucks a toilet seat at her. In Calypso’s island, when she reappears, he just throws a pair of pliers at her. It’s just so hilarious to imagine--see Gaea, throw object. I have never felt prouder of him than I did when he chucked that screwdriver from across the room to press the button to let Percy and Annabeth out of that elevator. It was just a cinematic move.

Frank!! If Hazel wasn’t the main character, it definitely would have been him. His journey in this book was also quite cinematic. It was amazing to see how he’d changed, growing into his identity as a child of Mars. There were so many times I loved him so much--destroying every katobleps in venice, leading the team through the House of Hades. All while the two different sides of his dad were yapping away in his head. Takes some serious steel. I just feel like everyone always underestimates Frank Zhang. This dude, despite being the biggest pacifist of the Seven (besides possibly Piper), is just so freaking metal. I’m so incredibly proud of him and of his journey.

I intentionally left Percy and Annabeth for last because it’s gonna be hard to explain. Because I’d have to group them together mostly. I loved the way they were always working for each other, always looking out for each other. They saved each other’s lives dozens of times over. I know I’ve said it a thousand times but that’s my favorite thing about Percabeth. They’re best friends above all. From the very beginning, with the river, to Arachne, to the aria curses and so much more - they always, always had each other’s backs. I loved Bob the titan immediately. I can’t say I remember him, like, at all--despite the binge reading I did, I literally cannot remember Iapetus. Which book was he in? I’m assuming The Last Olympian. I knew Small Bob would be important in the end, and I knew the giant would come back - though it was quite sad, the ending. Especially Percy at the end telling Zoe that bob says hello. A lot of the scenes in Tartarus were difficult to imagine, though some were easier - for example, the defeat of Misery. I cheered when Percy took her down, I immediately hated her. Other Tartarus escapades were sad and painful, but I’m glad they got out.

Fourteen days until Gaea awakens and two demigods’ blood will water her soil. Tower of Nero is released today. I was hoping to finish all three series, short of the final book, by Friday. Can our heroes battle Gaea, fix things with the Romans, and save the world? Can I read the Blood of Olympus and the entirety of the Trials of Apollo within three and a half days? Probably not. Stay tuned for more.

#nap binge reads #house of hades #hoh #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #heroes of olympus #hoo