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↠ one year.

wow, so it was officially one year ago today that I posted my first story on here. honestly it feels like time has gone by so fast, and I never could have imagined back then how much this blog would mean to me now. I had never really written any type of creative fiction before last year, so I was honestly really apprehensive when I started this whole thing, but I’m so glad I did because I’ve met some of the most amazing people as a result of it. I’ve also learned just how nice people can be over the past year, and I wanted to take a moment to thank anyone who has ever taken time out of their day to send me a message, no matter how short or simple. all of those messages have really meant a lot to me throughout this entire journey of figuring myself out in terms of writing. there were times when I was unsure of everything I wrote, and I still have those moments now, but it’s because of you guys who send me the sweetest and most encouraging messages, that I’m able to push past those insecurities, and so for that I’m sincerely grateful to all of you. last month I hit a milestone that I never thought possible, so I’d again like to thank all of you for that. even if you’re a silent reader who has never sent me a message, I’m still thankful that you liked something about this blog enough to follow it. I could say thank you a million more times to be honest, but I’d just be getting repetitive at this point lol. but I honestly just wanted to make this short little post to tell you guys that getting to share my writing on this platform means so much to me, as do all of you!

also I know it’s probably impossible to see, but these are all of my wips at the moment. I wish I could have been ready to give you guys like a one fic a day type of deal for my one year, but life was happening, so it unfortunately didn’t go that way. but all of these will hopefully be out very soon, some of them I’m extremely excited about, and I hope you all will enjoy them once they’re finally out. again, thanks guys. 💙💙💙

anonymous asked:

Hi just out of curiosity: why would you unfollow not-mutuals? If you like a blog does it matter if the blogger likes yours? I just see a lot of ppl do that and i wonder why. no hard feelings

mm i don’t really think i have a particular reason for it, it just makes me feel a bit more comfortable and organized. some of them used to be mutuals with me in the past before unfollowing me for an unknown reason and i’d rather not continue liking their personal posts/sending them asks/etc when they wouldn’t return the favor, you know?

I know things are terrible right now but take a look at my cat. She’s fine. She’s content. She doesn’t even know what a President is. All she’s worried about is when I’ll give her breakfast and whether the bed or the sofa is the better sleeping option. No matter what happens all is well in the world of my cat. Even if the world goes to hell, she is happy.

Let’s talk about the evolution of Percy Jackson throughout the PJO series

He starts off as a confused, lost, awkward 12 year old who had been to a completely different school each year and never felt like he fit in. He’s witty, angsty, sarcastic, and bitter. His looks are average, he has a lack of self-esteem, and doesn’t seem to care about much. He lives with an abusive step-father, and him and his mom have barely anything to get on.

Slowly, as he learns he’s a demigod, he begins to realize that Camp Half-Blood, the place he discovers, might just be his home. He starts to go on quests and actually succeeds, which is something he had never thought he could do. Percy tries to save the world because he finally feels like there’s a purpose to his life. He had felt angry and betrayed by his father, but now acknowledges what Poseidon has done for him, and actually respects him.

Then comes Thalia Grace, who begins to make him question his confidence. He starts to think: Am I really that great? Couldn’t anybody do my quests just as I did? She makes him doubt himself, because deep down he secretly wants to be the boy from the prophecy. He finally feels like there is a reason for him to work hard in life. But Thalia makes him feel threatened, hence the ever-important fight between them.

By the end, they reconcile and learn from each other’s mistakes, which in turn strengthens Percy’s confidence. As the prophecy nears, Percy fights and trains more than he had ever before, and now is seen as a leader. Someone the demigods can count on. Someone they look up to. He takes a risk by jumping into the River Styx, but he does it for his camp, his friends, his f a m i l y. Never would past Percy do something like this. But this Percy does, because he legitimately cares. Later, he storms through rows of monsters, slashes through countless enemies, and hurries from one group of campers to another in order to save his city.

Think about what he had said in the Last Olympian: “‘What did they do?’ My voice sounded tight and angry. ‘What did they do to my city?’”. His city. The city he’s been living in his whole life, the one that he never really thought much about in the past. But now, it’s his city. And right then and there we can tell that he will do anything to protect those who call it their home.

Percy Jackson learns to become a role model for the demigods who are scared out of their minds, because to them, Kronos is a nightmare. They don’t have self-hope, they have no idea what will happen to them. But Percy gives them that hope. He inspires them to fight as hard and strong as they possibly can in order to save their camp. He treats them as strong warriors, and he believes in them. More importantly, he believes in himself.

When confronted by Kronos in the Battle of the Labyrinth, he had had no confidence at all. In fact, he ran. He ran. But in the Last Olympian, there was no running. The only thing he would do is walk straight forward. Because he was tired of countless enemies tormenting him and his friends. He was exhausted, and wanted to put a stop to it. It was difficult seeing Luke, someone he had thought of as a friend, standing in front of him as his greatest enemy. And in that moment, he makes a choice. The choice of leaving the responsibility on Luke, and trusting that he would make the right decision. This was something only a leader could do, and a leader is what Percy had become.

Gone was the lost, scared, confused, and awkward little boy. Gone was the boy who had little self-confidence, who gave into taking a potion that would change his appearance, simply because that was what he had thought mattered. Gone was the boy who felt constantly bitter, who was antagonized and targeted by his ADHD and dyslexia, who lived each day knowing that by the end of the school year, he would surely be expelled, and his mom would have to send him to another one.

The older Percy, the one that saved Olympus, saved the world, is so much different. He manages to last two years (and counting) at Goode High School, something he had never thought he could do. He embraces his flaws because he knows it makes him stronger. He learns to accept his ADHD and dyslexia because it in fact makes him a more powerful demigod. He leads the Camp Half-Blood campers into battle and helps them gain their own confidence. He has friends who truly care about him and would sacrifice themselves for him, just as he would. He gains much more knowledge and experience about his abilities and realizes that they make him special.

Perseus Jackson has had the smoothest, and most perfect evolution throughout the series. 

In Every Reality

He looks into her eyes and then clenches his own shut, so that they’ll be the last thing he sees.

*

He’s had nightmares since he was a child, of fighting, and of dying in the sand. Sometimes he’s alone, sometimes he’s not. He remembers falling.

When his family move to America they speak of opportunity and hope. Hope leaves a bittersweet taste in his mouth and he finds himself drifting, friendly enough but never really friends, still dreaming of a war he never fought.

At eighteen he signs up for the army. And for a while, his life makes sense. They use him well, he becomes close to a reaper, making people disappear and scrubbing out potential realities. Possible realities. It keeps his brain ticking over long after the nightmares have woken him. How many regimes have fallen because he squeezed his trigger finger? How many has he failed to prevent from rising?

His rank is captain and it fits well.

At twenty six, he gets out. Goes home. He’s seen enough war for a hundred lifetimes and sometimes it feels like he’s lived every one of them.

He enrols in college and tries to ignore the way the history classes feel off and how when people speak of religion there seems some form of censure, like people are missing something big, something old.

He finds himself turning to talk to someone much taller than him sometimes, looking up to find there’s nobody there.

He sees an engineering student with goggles perched forgotten on his forehead and has to sit down for a moment as he fights back the fierce deja vu.

He trips over the cane of a blind man, and turns to apologise, but those milky blue eyes startle him and he loses his words. Not because they seem so out of place, but because they seem so familiar.

It is a long time before he sees her. He didn’t even realise he was looking until he looks up from his phone and spots her across the coffee shop. She’s queuing up, her hair tied back and her satchel slung over one shoulder, and she looks the kind of tired he feels sometimes.

Abandoning his coffee, he slips into the queue beside her, ignoring grumbled protests from people around him. He doesn’t know how to get her attention, his eyes resting on the crystal around her neck, when she turns to him.

He remembers dying. He also remembers being briefly, beautifully alive. He remembers those eyes.

“I know you,” he says, and it’s stupid but she smiles, small at first but growing, glowing.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she says. “Looking for all of you. A thousand lifetimes and every one I’ve just missed you.”

“Until now,” he responds, because he understands and doesn’t understand.

“The others are here,” she says. “They said they’d seen you around, so to speak.” She cocks her head to one side. “It’s really you, isn’t it?”

“I think so,” he replies, unsure of what real is.

“I have so much to tell you. If - ” she laughs, “I hope you’re not missing class right now.”

She says the word ‘hope’ and he knows her perfectly.

“Jyn - ”

“Cassian.”

“Where are we?” He asks. She looks around.

“Starbucks,” she laughs.

“You know what I mean,” he presses.

“We don’t question it. It’s just home. For now. Until the next one. The universe waiting for all the players in the game to line up once more. Chirrut still insists it’s The Force.”

Home. Where everybody is alive and happy and it’s impossible and daft and she looks up at him with the last eyes he saw and he finds he’s smiling

“Home, then.”

It’s enough, for now.

An FYI

Especially regarding pallanophs, because I sense I have (somehow) confused some people, especially newcomers. So before I forget, I thought I’d elaborate/clarify some things.

Pallanophs are not: Anthropomorphic. Were-creatures. Anything that falls under “furry.” These terms would imply that pallanophs are half-human or human-like renditions of existing animals, which they are not. They’re independent of earth mammals, though bear superficial resemblances to them. Felines, primates (baboons), bears, hyenas, and equines were my primary sources of inspiration when I designed them. They live on an alternate universe Earth, after all, so it’s not that big of a stretch.

Also for the record, I’m not someone who identifies as a furry, and I’ll be honest, tagging pallanophs/etc. as such is inaccurate and as a result, a bit bothersome to me. I know this is probably not a popular statement, so if you wish to unfollow me, feel free to do so.

Thanks for your time and understanding.

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Sam and Dean were both concerned and surprised when Cas declared he was suddenly leaving. Cas was honest with them, gave them details about where he was going (Cleveland. In Ohio.), why (reports of a dude with glowing red eyes and case-specific details), and then he turned down their immediate offer of backup, promising to call if the lead panned out, and that he wouldn’t go after Lucifer alone. Plus, they trust him. He’s got a long history of coming when they call, and has apparently, for all intents and purposes, moved in to the bunker.

When Mary came into the kitchen a few minutes later, she made up an excuse to explain why she cut her hair (and seemed shifty about it, because chopping off your own hair like that is An Emotional Thing, which I’ve done BUT NEVER WHEN I WAS IN A STABLE GOOD EMOTIONAL PLACE, but kudos to her for doing such a good job at it :P), she described the case she found in an offhand sort of way (and then became a little defensive about how she was going about her research and the fact that she was looking for a hunt in the first place), and then seemed both surprised and disappointed (yet resigned!) when Dean announced they were ALL going on that hunt with her.

Like Cas, I think she really WANTED to go alone. But unlike Cas, she wasn’t able to voice that. She hadn’t known how to even ASK about going alone, because everything they’d done up to that point had been A Family Problem (Saving Sam). But she wanted this for herself. not necessarily just for the hunt, but for some alone time. And then she didn’t even end up with her own motel room, just a rollaway bed shoved off to the side in Sam and Dean’s room.

While her hunting skills weren’t up to 2016 standards, her instinct about the case had been right, while Sam and Dean’s modern skills still hadn’t netted them the right conclusion.

But Mary hadn’t necessarily even expected them to offer to go with her. She seemed caught off guard by the way they simply invited themselves along, like they’d also tried to do with Cas. Mary didn’t know how to tell them no.

She just doesn’t have the history with them. I don’t think they would’ve accepted a no anyway, because they also don’t have a history with her. In the end, she really did do what she had to, leaving the way she did was the only way she could’ve left without having Sam and Dean follow her right out the door, and it took working that case with them for her to realize that.

sakizm  asked:

writing prompt: fake dating, iv - zutara :) (i have feeling they will be awkward dorks)

 Oooo! Nice one! Prompt:  iv) I won tickets to a couples retreat but I’m not a couple, so…?

“Please, Zuko!” Katara stuck out her bottom lip, giving her best puppy dog face.

It didn’t make a dent in Zuko’s irritated expression. He sighed, faking exasperation, “Why don’t you just ask Sokka? Or Aang? Or I don’t know, anyone else?”

“Sokka has a date with Suki and Aang has a basketball tournament that weekend. Toph has a family reunion. Please, you’re one of my best friends and I really really want to go!” Katara pleaded with him again, bottom lip sticking out impossibly further.

“It’s just the beach. You can go anytime,” Zuko replied turning back to the homework he had out before him.

“But this is free. And a three day two night stay. Room included and everything!” She looked intently at him as if this was that was supposed to make him bend. He held firm though and continued to stare at the text before him.

It took another second before her face fell, and she resettled herself in the seat, hands on the table. “Look. Zuko. I never win anything. So please just go with me?” Her hopeful tone finally drew his eyes up to hers. 

He sighed. I’m not winning this one am I?

“I still don’t see why you can’t just go alone,” Zuko tried again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go. It wasn’t. He just didn’t know how to spend a weekend with Katara and not… tell her how he felt about her.

“It’s a couples retreat, Zuko,” she said flatly, looking unamused. “I told you that already.”

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So here’s the thing about carding,

is that function only available when someone loses a duel? In which case, it would make sense that a duel would have to happen before carding can happen.

Otherwise, the other option is that it’s more of an honor system, where the soldiers CAN card whoever they want but they decide to give everyone a “fair chance.” And that’s probably the more likely option since they said that they carded children and non-duelists(?) too.

So then I’m sure they had people who went rogue and just carded people without even dueling. What would the other students even think of that?

a thought i feel like writing down:

i think one of the big differences between kikyo and kagome happens to be that kikyo’s existence was more about teaching inuyasha to love someone unconditionally while kagome’s taught him that it was okay to be loved unconditionally

i feel like rania’s company isn’t taking alex’s position in the group seriously…

I went for a run and then to the grocery store right afterward, and by the end of it I had been on my feet for long enough that I was like aaaaaaaahhh my legggs

Who needs legs? Not I. I shan’t rise from this bed again

Full moon.

A loud, annoyed growl breaks the quiet of the night as she struggles to get up. Her limbs are shaking, they feel weak, as if they were like jelly. And, after what seems like an eternity, You can finally stand … On all fours.

Huh?

She lowers her head to see what is so wrong right now, and her eyes land on two paws, resting on a tuft of grass. A surprised yap escapes her mouth as she stumbles backward. Once she’s come to a halt -meaning that her butt met the ground once she had tripped over a visible root-, she shakes her head and internally sighs.

It happened again.

Glancing up, You closes her eyes after seeing the moon in her full phase, irked.

The full moon sucks.

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