a one way trip a very hard fall

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percabeth ➝ percy jackson and the olympians and heroes of olympus

Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. 
“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.“ 
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. 
“As long as we’re together,” she said. 

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“Percy, let me go" she croaked. “You can’t pull me up.”

We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”

Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. As long as we’re together,she said.

She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw sunlight far, far above- maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. Then Percy let go of his ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.” (art)

If you fail at a step towards your dreams, fix yourself up and try again.
— 

Me, to a friend who was backing away from their dream.

I will say this so many times to people. Success is not just achieving our dreams. It is also conquering every obstacle in our path, no matter how difficult they are or how long it takes.

Your dreams are your dreams for a reason. You have a passion, an idea, a hope that will make you happy. Why on Earth would you give up?

It’s too hard? I promise you, it may look that way and sometimes it is VERY difficult… but no dream is impossible to reach.

It will take too long? You have your entire life to obtain it. When you reach it, you will feel the most intense bliss you will ever feel in your life.

Never forget: there will be hard times. There will be deterrents and struggles you will face and you’ll eventually trip and fall more than one time on your journey.

But I promise on everything that I am: you can achieve your dreams. They are not going anywhere, so neither should you.

Alternative - Dick Grayson x Reader

Originally posted by lematworks

Requested by andy-quick -  one where the reader falls into YJ world, and then all the boys’ future selves appeared at the same time. They’re all from different alternatives, and they all help they ’re younger parts in order to make their reality possible with Ending with you? And could the reader end up going after Robin’s (Dick) route?

Happy Belated Birthday andy-quick!!


It happened so fast, you were safely at home one moment only to find yourself tripping and falling, landing hard onto a cool metal floor. Confused, you glanced around only to find yourself in a very familiar looking cave with several familiarly costumed people staring at you in shock.

Everything after that was a whirlwind, involving interrogation and confusion. Things progressed even worse when you recognized the heroes, and accidentally called Batman by his real name. 

Nevertheless, once everything had been settled and the League finally decided you were not a threat, you were forced to live with the Team at the cave until they could find you a way home. 

At first you simply stayed in your assigned room, too freaked out by everything to leave, but soon you found yourself joining the team on their group activities and training. You weren’t allowed on missions since you knew too much and you were not properly trained.

The team accepted you for the most part after they got over the fact you knew an uncomfortable amount about them.  

Of course as time passed, the boys on the team found themselves slowly falling in love with you. Maybe it was because you already knew so much about them that they never had to explain their actions and you were so easy to confide in. Or it was because you were so different than anyone else they had ever met before.

At first, the boys simply continued on as normal, assuming you would choose one of them eventually. However, when it became clear that you hadn’t noticed their attraction for you, and the competition between them, they held a private meeting to discuss the matter. That meeting would decide your future, even if you never knew of it. 

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Can we take a moment to imagine Les Amis and co. in a bounce house?

- Courfeyrac rented it for Feuilly’s birthday because “C'mon man, you deserve a bounce house! You work 3 jobs 7 days a week for crying out loud!” but also because he just really wanted to go on a bounce house.

- Bahorel helps Courf literally throw Feuilly into the bounce house and then proceeds to dive in himself.

- Feuilly pretends to sigh about the whole situation but he’s actually very pleased that he gets to enjoy his birthday off work in such a ridiculous way.

- Combeferre adores seeing Courf having so much fun on this giant balloon monstrosity that he’s rented and joins his boyfriend in somersaulting from one end of the bounce house to the other and back.

- Joly, Bossuet, and Musichetta hold hands while they’re bouncing - so when Bossuet trips and falls he drags his significant others down with him and they all land in a heap, tangled together and laughing so hard that they cry.

- Grantaire, slightly tipsy, falls over inside the bounce house and lands directly on top of Enjolras, which leads to much blushing and many mumbled apologies.

- Montparnasse comes to the party at Jehan’s request. He feels awkward at first since he’s never really interacted with the rest of Les Amis in a social setting before, but after a while Parnasse can be found dancing with Jehan inside the bounce house and loudly singing along to Taylor Swift’s “22”

- Gavroche riding on Courf’s shoulders as Courf bounces until Gav falls off laughing. Gavroche and Azelma getting to enjoy being children in a bounce house surrounded by their adopted family.

- Marius and Cosette are basically joined at the hip and can’t stop smiling and staring at each other, causing them to frequently crash into others inside the bounce house, much to everyone’s amusement.

- Eponine keeps “accidentally” pushing Grantaire in Enjolras’s direction while they bounce and not-so-subtly hinting to her best friend to “just go for it, R!” because “How cool would it be to be able to say that your first kiss with Apollo was in a fucking bounce house?!” (Years later, at Enjolras and Grantaire’s wedding, Grantaire thanks Eponine for her meddling.)

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Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.

We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.

Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.

As long as we’re together,” she said.

- Mark of Athena by Rick Riordan (x) (x)

Ross x Reader

Can I get a Ross this thing: Reverse one where the clock starts at 00:00:00:00 from the moment you’re born and stops counting the moment you meet your soulmate, so it’s like a reminder that “It took me 19 years, 11 months, 20 hours, and 13 seconds to meet you, you fuck, and you do it by spilling coffee on me, thanks, now my laptop’s broken—what, you’re buying me a new one? Okay.

For the timer the format is [00Y:00M:0W:0D:00H] which stands for [Years:Months:Weeks:Days:Hours].


Everyone you’d ever known, and would ever know, had had a timer from the day they were born. And each and every one of those people had timers that stopped under twenty-three years; yours, however, kept on ticking – for a whole extra five years, and counting. You were currently at 28 years, 6 months, 3 weeks, 2 days, and 16 hours. Whenever you went out you covered the mark up, whether it was with clothing or one of the specially made arm-bands, so you would be spared the pitying gazes of others. Of course you sometimes forgot to do that, and when you did there would always be at least one person who thought they should comment on it. Most of the remarks were kind, ‘Oh it’ll happen for you one day.”, but some others were cutting, and just plain rude, ‘Look at you, no wonder you can’t find ‘em. I pity the poor soul that’s stuck with you.’.

It was those types of comments, the bad ones, that made you want to hide forever and never come out. Logically you knew that you couldn’t do that, you had responsibilities after all, but your logic didn’t stop you thinking about it. In fact, you were thinking about how you could disappear at that very moment.

You were in a coffee shop, typing away at your computer, and you had rolled up your sleeves. Stupid mistake, of course, but you’d still done it – but people still noticed. You got a few snide looks and remarks from younger women, women who were happily flaunting their solid, stopped timers. But at least they’d just been looks, and passing remarks; one woman, who had obviously thought she meant well, didn’t stop there. She was dressed like a fifties housewife who could think of nothing other than how to catch a husband, and she had apparently thought you needed advice on the subject.

At first she had passed by your table as she was joining the queue, saying ‘Oh you poor thing.’. That in itself wasn’t so bad, but it was the fact that after she had gotten her coffee, she’d stopped by your table and sat down.

“Can I give you a bit of advice hon’?” you wanted to say no, to shake your head, but you were rendered immobile by the woman’s audacity, “Look, I’m going to be frank – I noticed your timer on my way in here. It’s a horrible thing having to wait that long, I could never imagine having to wait for my dear Jimmy for twenty-eight years. Oh, it really is horrible.” She ‘spared’ you a pitying look, “You know, the only reason I didn’t have to wait as long was because my Jimmy and I have known each other since we were children.” You scowled, “Oh, but I digress! You know, the best way to catch your man is to…” she looked you up and down, smiling as she did so, “Well, is to certainly not dress like that. No man will ever want a woman who can’t even be bothered dressing up when she goes out. Lord, no man will ever notice you dressed like that!”

You wanted to tell her that that isn’t how it worked. That the timers didn’t stop when soulmates were attracted to one another, it stopped when they met – regardless of how each person was dressed at the time. But you still couldn’t find it in yourself to wrench your mouth open, and speak. And you didn’t get the chance to either, the woman had left soon after, looking quite undeservedly satisfied with herself.

You looked at your timer again, [28Y:06M:3W:2D:17H]. Each time it changed, you changed – even if was only a little. This time you became that little bit more bitter, because exchanges like you’d had with that woman always made you feel bad. Whether you were feeling down, angry, or just plain shitty – it was pretty much always guaranteed that you were in a bad mood afterwards. So now you were sat glaring at your laptop, angry at the inanimate object for even daring to be in your space.

And that’s how you sat for a little while longer, just staring, almost blankly, at your computer; and waiting and hoping for something else to happen, to distract you really. And it did, in one of the worst ways possible. Some complete and utter idiot had managed to trip, fall, and spill their coffee all over your laptop. The laptop that had everything currently important to you saved on its hard-drive. You were shocked silent for a moment, in disbelief at what had happened, before your earlier anger came back, at full force, directed at the stranger who was currently picking themselves up off of the floor.

“What the fuck?!” you shrieked; certainly not ladylike, and very shrill – the woman from before would definitely not have liked you had she seen you like this.

You had stood up from your chair quickly, shoving it backwards. Your gaze focused on the person who had spilt their coffee, and all you could see was a mop of brown hair. The person was still picking themselves up, and then they were dusting themselves off.

“You broke my laptop, you asshole! There’s no way in hell I can afford a new one. And everything important to me was on it!” you stopped your tirade there, catching your breath, and readied yourself to begin anew when you heard a little beep the moment the culprit looked you in the eyes.

Oh. My. God. The bumbling idiot who had spilt their very large coffee all over your laptop, and yourself, was apparently your soulmate. This lanky idiot was your one and only, your destiny, your special someone – this man was your forever. Of all the ways you could meet, you imagined this to be one of the most embarrassing.

“Look,” you spoke up quickly, pointing at the man directly, “This,” you nodded toward your now frozen timer, “Does not excuse the fact that you broke my laptop. I’m in no place to buy a new one, and I needed that for my work. How am I meant to explain this t-”

You were stopped in your tracks, again, with a hand being placed over your mouth. You looked at the culprit, Idiot as you were now calling him, and glared.

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

What?!’ you tried to say through his hand, but it came out garbled.

“I’ll buy you a new laptop.” You tried to protest, but to no avail, “Look, it’s no big deal, and it’s literally the least I could do for ruining my soul-mate’s laptop.” He took his hand away, and smiled goofily, “Now – I’m Ross.”

You shook his outstretched hand wearily, and sighed.

“Y/N. You better pay me back for the laptop, and for making me wait twenty-eight and a half years, you idiot.”

Darling & the Speedster (Eobard Thawne x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: After bargaining to let a Legend keep his life, Eobard takes you, the
Reader, as his prisoner instead. Might his motives for keeping you have something twistedly romantic to them, and will you fall for him? For who could ever learn to love a villainous Speedster?

A/N: ~3700 words. This takes place in my own version of the Doomworld: in particular, Reader is friends with conspiracy theorist Nate, and throughout the story (and though not mentioned), the Legends are beyond slow at remembering everything about who they are in order to change the world back. I had way too much fun writing this and went a little overboard with the word count – I’m sorry it’s so long, the story took hold of me! Enjoy!

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The Beauty Of The Beast

Songs like Mz Hyde, Hate It When You See Me Cry, What Sober Couldn’t Say, Sick Individual, I Miss The Misery, and Familiar Taste Of Poison, aren’t just fun plays on words in a rock song. They are confessions of an internal balance I constantly struggle with.
Walking that hard line between my light and dark side is something I’ve been battling my entire life, and I truly believe if it wasn’t for the outlet I have through my music, I’d be insane.
Occasionally I trip on that hard line and fall completely onto one side. Thus tipping the balance and falling down a rabbit hole for a while. I then have to claw my way out, and figure out how to walk the tight rope again.
In full disclosure, I’m actually writing this entry selfishly, as a tool to regain my balance. I’ve tripped yet again, and by me being truly honest with all of you publicly, it’s very therapeutic. So I thank you for allowing me to wear my heart on my sleeve.
Some days I wish I could just choose one side A) Be super good, sweet, sober, straight, healthy, smart, quiet; or B) Loud, party girl, openly sexual, crazy, tough girl, with no fucks left to give.
But please in light of what I’m spilling to you, don’t be worried about me because what I’ve come to accept, is that I truly can’t pick One side, and that this dichotomy is a part of who I am. It’s not wrong, I’m not broken, it’s just the way I was born. And maybe, just maybe that struggle is the beauty, not the beast, and I wouldn’t be doing what I love, or have the gifts that I do without it.
Next time you struggle with your internal balance, remember that true self love is accepting yourself for all you are and all you’re not. God Bless The Beast Inside Of Me.
Love,
Lzzy

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“Percy, let me go" she croaked. “You can’t pull me up.” Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess. Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. “We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.” Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall. “As long as we’re together,” she said.
( fancast: Eliza Taylor as Annabeth Chase )

“Percy, let me go,” she croaked. “You can’t pull me up.”
His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.
“Never,” he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. “The other side, Nico! We’ll see you there. Understand?”
Nico’s eyes widened. “But—”
“Lead them there!” Percy shouted. “Promise me!”
“I—I will.”
Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess.
Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.
“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.
“As long as we’re together,” she said.
—  Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena

colourmehclear-deactivated20170  asked:

Clumsy/unlucky Derek that is constantly saved by Stiles? They don't know each other or anything but when a piano is falling out of the sky with Derek under it, Stiles is there to push him out of the way. Doesn't have to be au. Please <3 :)

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“Oh you’ve got to be—“ is all he has time to get out before the next disaster hits – an entire tower of canned soups collapsing as he makes his way up the aisle. At least this one isn’t life threatening, Derek thinks in a quiet, resigned sort of way as a wave of metal cans slams into his legs, sending him tripping, stumbling, and falling to sprawl out helplessly on his back in the middle of the store.

Not life threatening. He tries very hard to hold onto that.

A few seconds after the last cans are done rattling, Derek hears a low whistle.

“Man, looks like those cans really had it out for you.”

“They’re just foot soldiers,” he grumbles at the too-bright ceiling light, trying to remind himself of that so he doesn’t end up crushing about a hundred and fifty cans with his bare fist.

“Just following orders, huh?” The voice teases. “Well then, I’ve gotta give them credit. It was a pretty good ambush.”

A shadow shifts over him, a hand being offered out. Derek redirects his sullen stare to find a young man with mussed brown hair and smirking, amber eyes standing over him. Derek huffs for a second, but takes the hand and lets himself be pulled upward.

“The universe got a grudge against you or something?”

“Or something,” Derek agrees, dropping his hand back to his side the second he’s on his feet. A store clerk is making his way over, and Derek’s teeth grit. So much for being home in time to make dinner.

“I’ll help restack it,” he says before anyone can start shouting. After all, he might not have touched the cans, but he’d decided to walk past them knowing full well he’s cursed.

.-

Uncle Peter had always said that dating witches is a bad idea. Which isn’t strictly true. Breaking up with them, however, is.

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“Percy, let me go" she croaked. “You can’t pull me up.”
His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.
“Never,” he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above. 
“The other side, Nico! We’ll see you there. Understand?”
Nico’s eyes widened. “But-”
“Lead them!” Percy shouted. “Promise me!”
“I-I will.”
Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess. 
Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.
“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”
Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.
“As long as we’re together,” she said.
She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw sunlight far, far above- maybe the last sunlight she would ever see.
Then Percy let go of his ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.” 

― Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena.

Person A is clumsy; very, very clumsy. They continuously trip at the same place every day on the way to work and back. But Person B is always catching them or helping them up. Yet, one day Person B isn’t there. Person A is startled, and so, instead of going to work, they decide to look for Person B. But it’s hard looking for someone when you don’t even know their name.

(The Fall To Tartarus) Excerpt from, "The Mark of Athena"

Nico had just reached the ladder when a sharp pain shot up Annabeth’s bad leg. She gasped and stumbled.

“What is it?” Percy asked.

She tried to stagger toward the ladder. Why was she moving backward instead? Her legs swept out from under
her and she fell on her face.

“Her ankle!” Hazel shouted from the ladder. “Cut it! Cut it!”

Annabeth’s mind was woozy from the pain. Cut her ankle?

Apparently Percy didn’t realize what Hazel meant either. Then something yanked Annabeth backward and dragged her toward the pit. Percy lunged. He grabbed her arm, but the momentum carried him along as well.

“Help them!” Hazel yelled.

Annabeth glimpsed Nico hobbling in their direction, Hazel trying to disentangle her cavalry sword from the rope ladder. Their other friends were still focused on the statue, and Hazel’s cry was lost in the general shouting and the rumbling of the cavern.

Annabeth sobbed as she hit the edge of the pit. Her legs went over the side. Too late, she realized what was happening: she was tangled in the spider silk. She should have cut it away immediately. She had thought it was just loose line, but with the entire floor covered in cobwebs, she hadn’t noticed that one of the strands was wrapped around her foot—and the other end went straight into the pit. It was attached to something heavy down in the darkness, something that was pulling her in.

“No,” Percy muttered, light dawning in his eyes. “My sword…”

But he couldn’t reach Riptide without letting go of Annabeth’s arm, and Annabeth’s strength was gone. She slipped over the edge. Percy fell with her.

Her body slammed into something. She must have blacked out briefly from the pain. When she could see again, she realized that she’d fallen partway into the pit and was dangling over the void. Percy had managed to grab a ledge about fifteen feet below the top of the chasm.

He was holding on with one hand, gripping Annabeth’s wrist with the other, but the pull on her leg was much too strong.

No escape, said a voice in the darkness below. I go to Tartarus, and you will come too.

Annabeth wasn’t sure if she actually heard Arachne’s voice or if it was just in her mind.

The pit shook. Percy was the only thing keeping her from falling. He was barely holding on to a ledge the size of a bookshelf.

Nico leaned over the edge of the chasm, thrusting out his hand, but he was much too far away to help. Hazel was yelling for the others, but even if they heard her over all the chaos, they’d never make it in time.

Annabeth’s leg felt like it was pulling free of her body. Pain washed everything in red. The force of the Underworld tugged at her like dark gravity. She didn’t have the strength to fight. She knew she was too far down to be saved.

“Percy, let me go,” she croaked. “You can’t pull me up.”

His face was white with effort. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.

“Never,” he said. He looked up at Nico, fifteen feet above.

“The other side, Nico! We’ll see you there. Understand?”

Nico’s eyes widened. “But—”

“Lead them there!” Percy shouted. “Promise me!”

“I—I will.”

Below them, the voice laughed in the darkness. Sacrifices. Beautiful sacrifices to wake the goddess.

Percy tightened his grip on Annabeth’s wrist. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome.

“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.”

Only then did she understand what would happen. A one-way trip. A very hard fall.

“As long as we’re together,” she said.

She heard Nico and Hazel still screaming for help. She saw the sunlight far, far above—maybe the last sunlight she would ever see.

Then Percy let go of his tiny ledge, and together, holding hands, he and Annabeth fell into the endless darkness.