Jake Saving Bradley And Mav’s Life Changed Me Like It Just Changed The Trajectory Of My Life It Fully

I've finally watched the movie and I love them 👹

Shane leaving the studio after delivering the lamp and refusing to help Ryan escape.

grumpy/sunshine is out. two cunts falling in love is in.

fellas is it gay to compare your homie to the sun literally every single chance you can get

shout out to weird and freaky transgenderism

Ok but have we addressed Apollo's need for perfectionism and how that relates to being the former golden child and how that never really goes away?

How he desperately needs to do everything perfectly and if it's not perfect then he thinks he has failed, no—he believes he IS the failure. That he's not worth anything.

How that was already reflected even before his trials when he went to Percy and Grover to fetch his lyre while he kept practicing for his performance? How he felt the performance could not go on with just three out of four of his golden singers.

When given that new instrument by Leo, how he felt the need to try and master it right away? How he wanted to keep practicing, to get it right.

Sure, he complains about needing to practice but that's not what he was truly upset about. He is used to practicing, he is used to learning. What he was so upset about that he swore an oath on the Styx was the fact that he had already been perfect, he had mastered archery, and music, and then he suddenly lost it all. Apollo was a perfect archer. Apollo was a perfect musician. These were skills that supported his self esteem, his sense of self, these had always been truths, being perfect at these things mattered to Apollo. No matter how he failed at other things, these had always remained constant, he could always reassure himself of his worth.

This is why losing it is like a punch to the gut.

I love the implication that when Ryan and the Professor are not trying to strangle each other’s throats, Ryan gives him rides home from Watcher HQ. Like imagine, if you will, the Professor sitting in a lil booster seat in Ryan’s passenger side, sipping on a bottle of Bug Juice, singing at the top of his little puppet lungs to Doja Cat while Ryan wastes away in rush hour traffic.

If enlisting in the military doesn’t mean i get to have sexual tension with another guy, is there any point to enlisting at all?

“you just find gay subtext in everything” no the fuck i dont the gay subtext was presented to me on an ornate silver platter