the average height of men in the US is 5’9. annabeth has always been tall - she ends up being about 5’9/5’10 - so she probably always thought that she’d end up with someone who’s her height, maybe even shorter than her. i mean, she was taller than percy up until they were 16, and even then he was her height, not taller
then mr. perseus jackson, in classic percy ‘never let them know your next move’ jackson was like “actually no ☝️” and kept on fucking growing.
she probably prepared herself for the probability of being taller than her future man. she might have even loved the idea. and then her man ends up being fucking 6’2
and i am completely convinced that percy ended up being so tall out of pure stubbornness.
well, that, and he was asleep for 6 months, at prime growing age, and was probably horizontal, so gravity wasn’t working against him. genetics probably played a role too. and i do always say i think demigods tend to be taller…
but mostly because he’s an absolute menace
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i will say. even before shmi was tortured to death, even if you don't process the harsh slave labor or literal implanted explosive device to keep her from running away, shmi is a body horror character because her pregnancy is not consensual. obviously lucas is recalling mary and her immaculate conception but mary was TOLD what was going to happen. she was told she was carrying the child of the lord. that is an essential part of the story. and shmi was not!! she just woke up one day and was pregnant. she didn't know anything about the force. she probably knew next to nothing about pregnancy. she had to carry and give birth in the unimaginable conditions of slavery, with no idea what was happening to her . that's the kind of fear i don't think could ever be tackled properly in a kids movie (esp with it's real world parallels) but that it's not even discussed in fandom is unfortunate
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Am I the only one who thinks this line right here means Shmi didn't want to leave Tatooine at all?
Obviously she didn't want to remain a slave (and she doesn't), but I don't think she would have wanted to go even if Qui-Gon had managed to get her freedom too. Is it so crazy to think she might like Tatooine and think of it as her home? It's brought her pain, but joy too. All her friends must be there. Maybe she's already met Cliegg, who knows.
She doesn't sound at all like she's resigned to a hopeless fate and a tragic life of quiet suffering, she says her future is on Tatooine. (And it is! Because she gets freed and happily married! And she doesn't choose to leave Tatooine once she's freed!) Of course, she's putting on a brave face for Anakin here, but the crux of the issue is the pain of separation, not her own situation. It's hard for Anakin to leave her behind, but I think he would have had to even if she had been freed. (It's just that much harder since she hasn't and her future isn't guaranteed. Then again, the future never is.)
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Could we see Liebling get some hooks of her own into our nasty boy König? Or is she deliberately trying to avoid doing that since it’s technically a two way bond?
Not the nasty boy lol we're all so mean to him... Liebling is trying to avoid him getting hooks in her, buuuuuut that doesn't mean König isn't trying to get her hooks in him. He is going to get tied to her one way or another, the how doesn't matter.
You make two cups of tea out of habit more than anything else. You have a guest, you're a good host. Never mind that this is just the backroom of the shop and König is more of a persistent loiterer than anything else. You think you've reached an unsteady agreement with him about that actually. You had him sign a hastily drawn up volunteer form(mostly because he won't let you pay him, the bastard) and now you feel like you can breathe easier about him helping with things. He was... a little too enthusiastic about the volunteer thing, but you don't really have the brain power to think about that.
You hum and swipe around on your phone while you wait for the tea to steep. You've been narrowing down monsters in your spare time, trying to learn what you can past what your grandmother taught you. Nothing you look at even sounds close to König. You glance at your timer and close your phone, grabbing one of the little sugar packets off the shelf to rip open over König's mug. He has a sweet tooth you've noticed, an unhelpful monster hunting detail.
When you walk back out to the shop with your hands full he's busy fixing the wobbly leg on your potting display. He hums in acknowledgement when you go to stand behind him, not moving from where he's seated on the floor fiddling with the wood. You really don't know what he's doing to it, but the grain keeps shifting and writhing as he coaxes it to do... whatever he's coaxing it to do.
"I made a cup for you," You tell him, leaning down to hold out your offering, "You take it with sugar, right?"
König pauses his work, turning to look at you, at the offered mug. He doesn't budge.
"I'm trying to be nice, it's not gonna bite ya'." You roll your eyes. No, he thinks, you aren't going to bite him.
"Danke," He says finally, taking the floral patterned mug from your hand gingerly, "This is very kind of you, Liebling." He smiles, breathing in the scent of cinnamon, feeling the tether you offered him latch into place. He can't help the purr that rumbles in his chest, watching you crouch down to inspect his work. You're so close. He leans closer, breathing in your scent, feeling all the other little threads you've hooked to him shiver excitedly.
"How do you know I take my tea with sugar?" He asks, holding the little mug between two big hands. You glance at him, at his attentive stare, knowing anything about him is embarrassing enough you can't look at him when you admit it.
"I notice things," He shivers like a cartoon cat, a buzz going through the edges of his form as he sits straight up. You are trying to ignore the way his eyes crease happily.
What a pleasant surprise, he hadn't noticed. They're so thin, just gossamer little things, but they're there. Little tethers between the two of you, one for each thing you noticed and accounted for, each kindness you quietly performed.
He strums one of them and your shoulders twitch. You must not have noticed either. Oh, this is going to be fun.
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