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important facts & quotes from hidden oracle reread #4 part one

i cited everything from the hardback edition bc im a nerd 

- page one apollo is already making pop culture references (1)

- meg is such a badass oh my g od (14)

- riodan does such a beautiful way of explaining things in this novels. awe-inspiring. mind blowing. example: “Her eyes glinted darkly like a crow’s. (I can make that comparison because I invented crows.)” (14-15) wow. beautiful. 

- so i understand this series is going to be about Apollo’s redemption and ~~~~finding himself~~~~ or w\e but JESUS PLEASE RICK you can’t just say “She [Meg] reminded me of the strays my sister was always adopting: dogs, panthers, homeless maidens, small dragons.” (15) WITHOUT PROVIDING SEVERAL BOOKS AS EXAMPLE FOR SAID SENTENCE all i want is a book focused on artemis and her army of small dragons and lesbians dear gods please 

- omfg can you just imagine sally having to go over to Percy’s room and having to tell him that the greek god of the sun apollo was there to see him omfg. imagine the salt. imagine both of them just groaning. imagine.

-”If I had still been an immortal, I might have flirted with her [Sally Jackson] myself.” (30-31) l o l Sally is a middle aged married woman seven months pregnant and still bringing in the gods you go girl im proud of you

- Sally Jackson is one of the best characters in the entire series. citation: every riodan book ever even the non-pjo it’s a fact 

- i 10000% support the idea that percy gave apollo the led zeppelin shirt as a sneaky joke he’s so smart i love him so much

- “Percy laced his fingers. They were long and nimble.”(35) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

- He [Percy] would have made an excellent musician.” (35) f u ck 

- literally all percy wants is to “stay alive” long enough to go to college, meet his baby sister, and see his mom get her book published my heart is broken for this boy (35-36)

- the return of the seven layer dip fuck me up (40)

- jfc that poor Prius it’s been through so much (52-54)

- page 67 and Percy’s already made two comic book references he’s such a canon nerd 

- “Cops love me almost as much as teachers do.” god Percy Jackson what are you doing to me

- apollo tried to order a pizza to CHB and honestly same (73)

- g o d will solace jfc wow

- we’re to assume Will’s a skier (his Okemo Mountain jacket & skiers tan) (82) and now i have to write the inevitable fic that comes out of this fact

- Will’s mom was a alt.-country singer from Austin, Texas (83) which wow and honestly makes the fact will is a horrible singer 1000% better

- yellow daises grow year-round in the Apollo cabin, and it smells like fresh linens and dried sage. (83)

- kayla is aiming for the olympics and honestly im so proud already 

- fact: any and all solangelo interaction have me crying into my book 

- “Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder, ‘Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.’” lol this implies that they’ve had this talk before and im dying to hear it

- the Hermes kids are big fans of Rocky Horror Picture Show (95) and now i have to write a seperate list of headcanons for this fact

- speaking of, Apollo used to cosplay as Rocky bc why not. (95-96)

- listen i know im solangelo trash BUT - “Will and Nico sat shoulder to shoulder, bantering good-naturedly. They were so cute together it made me feel desolate.” im destroyed (110)

- “but if I sit alone at my table, strange things happen.” “it’s a mood disorder” “i cant control it” stfu nico u nerd u just want to sit with your boyfriend im dead (110)

- Will nodded serenely. “It’s the strangest thing. Not that Nico would ever misuse his powers to get what he wants.” death to goody-two-shoes will solace 2k17

- off topic but CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE CHIRON THO. like. this happens and will and nico are just standing there. in front of him. telling him they have to sit together OR NICO WILL JUST HAPPEN TO PUT CRACKS INTO HIS CAMP. just imagine. him staring at them. sighing. deciding not to fight this one. agreeing & watching them giggle away bc they’re so SNEAKY & now they can EAT TOGETHER WOW 

-   lol when Meg was going to town on the hot dogs and “Julia and Alice watched her with a mixture of fascination and horror.” (111)

- “Will and Nico exchanged a look that might have meant, here we go.” (112) okay im sorry im just sO GONE FOR LITTLE MOMENTS LIKE THIS I JUST WANT NICO TO BE HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE IN HIS RELATIONSHIPS OKAY

- apollo refers to the seven as “the A-list” (112) same tho

- Jason, Piper, Coach Hedge, Mellie and baby Chuck are all in LA with Piper’s father like???? (113) THIS IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SEE? What’s the living arrangement? Is Jason living with Piper? OH GOD IS JASON LIVING WITH HEDGE AND MELLIE? DO THEY ALL LIVE IN SOME BIG PLACE PIPER’S DAD RENTED OUT???? do Piper and Jason babysit? do they have family dinners? how’s baby chuck doing??? how are they all adjusting to domestic life?? I NEED TO KNOW THIS IS ALL VERY IMPORTANT TO ME 

- lol nico’s just as pissed as eveRYONE IN THE FANDOM about Leo’s not-death and im living for it (113)

- also nico carries around Leo’s lil ‘IM ALIVE LOL’ letter\hologram\thing? like i get it was completely for the plot but?????? “i look at it whenever i want to get angry” (114) like ok nico u lil bean whatever u say u little emo shit

- apollo’s little ‘lol when u have a headache in olympus hephaestus just cracks open your skull and removes whatever brain god\dess u just birthed up lol it’s so much easier ugh’ (116) w h a t t h e f u c k 

- fact: harley is adorable no citation needed

- also you’re telling me chiron, basically as old as time itself tbh, doesn’t speak portuguese? k (120)

- “i am merely assessing how well paolo’s arms are functioning after surgery” (120) those are some big words william u nervous or something??

- “hmph” - nico di angelo, 2016 (120) 

- this isn’t really important but there’s a satyr named herbert and he’s my new favorite character sorry i dont make the rules (124)

- ok so there’s an unnamed random camper who mutters in Italian (127) and now i’ve got the BIGGEST headcanon that this random girl and Nico (omg maybe a few others????) meet a few times a month just to rant to each other in Italian so none of them get sloppy with the language and u g h im such a bitch for nico di angelo frienships

- “A boy in the crowd gasped, ‘she’s a communist!’” (127) i fucking hate this book omfg

i’ll do more later in order to mentally prepare myself for the dark prophecy but it’s 3 am and im tired  

ironic dyslexia

pairing: lin x reader (go figure)

prompt: dyslexic author writes a book that lin loves and he meets her and invites her to see hamilton

warnings: hastag makeout and swearing

word count: 3,069

a/n: happy to write some more for you all. this is one of my favorites. kind of pointless, very sweet. i love lin, but what’s new honestly (ps mY SISTER GOT ENGAGED AND IM SO HAPPY)



Masterlist / Prompt List


Today was hard. You could usually manage, but there was something about today that just made writing so fucking hard. God, you couldn’t even get through a paragraph without the little red line haunting every mistake you made while typing. You had an interview today with a publishing company - what if they asked you to read a chapter from your book? The job would be gone the first time you messed up your w’s and m’s. You groaned, pushing your computer away from you seat at the diner.

It was strange. You would go to type a ‘g’ and think, “g is the lowercase version of G,” and “G looks like a 6,” so you would type a 6. It took much longer for you to get your thoughts out, and you often had to stop and think about what you were writing. God, you hoped they wouldn’t give you a typing test. Do they even still do those?

The waiter brought over a plate of hash browns and your cup of coffee. You ate silently, hoping that maybe the food and caffeine would lift your moral. Dyslexia was hard enough, but being an author made it ten times worse.

Your mom laughed - actually laughed out loud - when you told her that you were writing your first book. She thought you had been completely joking. You pushed it though, not only proving her wrong, but more importantly proving to yourself that a disability wasn’t your definition.

And you did. Your first book was off the charts, every day gaining more attention and praise. You even did a segment on The Ellen Show; that’s what happens when you work your ass off.

You had just started packing up your laptop when a voice startled you.

“Excuse me?”

Your head turned quickly as you jumped back slightly. You settled when you realized it was just a young girl. She was kicking the ground, embarrassed. You laughed lightly, “Yes?”

She looked back up to you - she couldn’t be older than ten. “Are you Y/N?”

You nodded, “What can I do for you, love?”

Her smile grew. She pushed a piece of hair from eyes behind her ear, “My mom read me your book and it’s my favorite.”

Taking in a breath, you grinned. This was a whole new community of people that you hadn’t expected to reach, “Thank you so much, that means the world to me.”

She smiled a little bigger, “I have dyslexia too,” she said. Then, instantly embarrassed, she looked back down.

Your heart swelled; you were rarely confronted about your reading disability. Still, rather than being sheepish over the comment, you felt empowered - inspired even.

You leaned in a little closer, touching her shoulder. “Don’t ever let it stop you from doing what you love, okay?”

She looked back up, then nodding a little, she gave you a hug before running back to the table where her dad sat. He gave you a nod of gratitude before looking back to his daughter.

Honest to God, this had never happened to you before. Sure, you had met a few teens who had read your book, but never anyone younger. Even then, never someone who had felt empowered by reading your story. It was a story about a beach house for God’s sake. And they probably had no idea how many times you spelt ‘beach’ 'baech.’ Still, your heart smiled at the gesture. Maybe today wouldn’t be so hard after all.

Pulling your bag over your shoulder, you headed towards the door before you were stopped once again.

“Wait!” Someone called from behind you, your foot halfway out the door. You were rarely noticed in public - and especially not twice in one morning.

It was a man with a shoulder length hair, the top pulled back from his face. He had a book in his hand. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you that you recognized the cover; it was your book. You let a small smile escape, a blush flooding your cheeks. He was handsome.

He let out half a grin, “Y/N?” You nodded, cueing him to continue. “I’m a huge fan - I’m actually kind of awestruck right now and I’m rambling because you’re very pretty and very talented and -”

You laughed, interrupting him, “Thank you.”

He took in a sharp breath, shoving an outstretched hand towards you, “I’m Lin.”

You shook his hand, thinking about how Lin shouldn’t be too difficult to remember. “Y/N,” you greeted, hoping your hands weren’t too clammy.

After a moment of holding your hand too long, he quickly pulled back, scratching the back of his neck.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, bringing his eyes back to yours.

“Oh!” He laughed, extending the book towards you, “I was wondering if you could sign my book for me.”

You fished around your bag for a pen for a moment before realizing that he had a sharpie in his hand. You giggled before started writing in his book.

Lin -
     Thank you so much for reading my book. And don’t worry - your nervous ramble was adorable.
     Always,
          Y/N

Rereading your note to make sure you hadn’t mixed any letters up, you debated on adding your phone number, but you figured that was much riskier than you felt like being.

He gratefully took the book back, shutting it before even reading it. Shaking his head slightly, he smiled, “My cast is going to flip.”

“Cast?” You questioned, suddenly confused.

“Uh, yeah - I’m in this musical about Alexander Hamilton.” He said sheepishly.

Your eyes went wide, “The one here?”

He nodded, “Why? Is there more than one?” He threw you a wink, making your heart skip despite your eye roll.

Still, you giggled before shaking your head, “I don’t think so. My sister just saw it a few weeks ago.”

He smiled with his entire face, “Really? What’d she think of it?”

“She said it was incredible.”

Lin laughed before doing a little dance, “I can try and score you some tickets - the cast would love to meet you. We’ve all read your book.”

You snatched his copy from his, causing his brows to furrow. Quickly, under your name you scribbled out your number. He smirked at the addition, accepting the book once more.

“Call me?” You asked, using your back to push the door open.

“Definitely,” he said, waving slightly as you walked off. Once you had turned around completely, he gave himself a power fist. “Go Lin,” he smirked.


And call he did. Ten minutes after you left the shop, actually.

“I wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fake number,” he defended.

Feeling flirty, you teased back, “Why would I give a cute guy a fake number?”

“Because you’re way out of his league?” He curbed, making your face flush red.

“Tease,” you mumbled under your breath.


He called that night too: “I wanted to double check it wasn’t a fake number.”

“Lin, you already called me. You know it’s real.”

“Okay, maybe I just wanted to talk to you some more.”


And again in the morning, you hadn’t even gotten out of bed.

“Good morning!” He chirped, eliciting a groan out of you as you quickly turned down the volume on your phone.

“Too early,” you mumbled.

“Noted,” he said before continuing. “I got you a ticket for Friday night.”

This seemed to wake you up, “Really?”

He nodded before realizing you couldn’t see him, “Does that work?”

“Yeah,” you said, sitting up and smoothing back your hair. “What do I wear?” You thought aloud.

He laughed, “A dress. But comfortable. It’s a long show.”

“Okay,” you grinned, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he answered quickly. “But you have to promise to meet the cast afterwards - they’ll be pissed if they know they didn’t get to meet you.”

“Absolutely. I’ll be the starstruck one.”

“Doubtful,” he said. You could practically hear his smirk through the phone.


You were writing again the next day. Your mind was elsewhere, thinking about Lin and what dress to wear and Friday. Still, when you went back to correct your mistakes, your writing had a different tone to it; much lighter and more fluid.

Friday came soon enough and you were a wreck. You had called your sister and explained what happened. She instantly gushed about how attractive Lin was - and how talented he was. You called him after, frustrated that he hadn’t told you he was the star of the show.

“You’re telling me that my writing is good, but you’re an Emmy winner for your musicals! I feel like you gassed me up.” You heard him laugh through the phone, making you frown. “Lin,” you whined.

“Okay, okay!” He giggled, “I play Alexander Hamilton in Hamilton, but I didn’t gas you up. I’m actually obsessed with your book.”

“Shut up,” you grumbled. He only laughed again.

“You’re adorable,” he settled on, making you blush. “But seriously, Jasmine - you’ll meet her, she is so talented - was the first to read it, right? She gave it to Pippa - you’ll meet her too - and then Diggs -“

“His name is Diggs?”

“Daveed Diggs, he’s ridiculous. He’s a rapper.”

“Sweet.”

“And then they gave it to me because they wouldn’t shut up about the book, and they were annoyed that I couldn’t talk about it with them.”

You were smiling by now, listening smoothly, “So you’ve got a book club,” you teased.

He threw his head back, “I suppose you could call it that.”

The two of you talked for the rest of the night, by the time it was midnight, he suggested that you just come over.

“Lin, it’s the middle of the night.”

“Well, it depends how you look at it, in some parts of the world -“

“Lin,” you laughed. “For someone who has a never ending supply of energy, how is it that you don’t need sleep? It’s so ironic.”

He smiled into the phone, “Says the dyslexic author.”

You let out a hard laugh. It was new to laugh so freely about something that had limited you for so long. He wasn’t using it against you, simply acknowledging it.

“Too far?” He asked, suddenly nervous.

“Absolutely not. It feels good to laugh about it. To recognize it.”

Lin smiled, “I’ll see you tomorrow at the show?”

“In a dress,” you returned.

“Goodnight,” he said, lingering.

“Goodnight, Lin,” you said. You waited a moment before handing up the phone. You fell asleep smiling that night.

You spent an hour picking out a dress. An hour. Even then, you settled on a simple low cut red dress - it wasn’t even that excessive! Still, you curled your hair and did your makeup, giving yourself ample time to get to the theater.

The show started at seven and you arrived around 6:30. A few people noticed who you were, a pair of teenage girls even asked if you were planning on writing more.

“I’m working on something right now, actually,” you smiled, playing the tease you knew you were.

Their eyes lit up as they begged for details. You laughed as you shook your head, “Sorry! You’ll just have to wait.”

After snapping a photo with them, you found your seat, still clutching your playbill. You flipped through the book, a paper falling out with the cast list on it. The cast changed frequently, so they used scrap paper instead of printing the bios and photos of the new actors. Your heart leapt when you saw Lin’s name across the dotted line of Alexander Hamilton.

The lights dimmed and the show began, the beat instantly pulling you in. You had no idea what you were in for, but boy, did you love it.


You weren’t sure what to do at the end of the show to be completely honest. After the final bow, you were overwhelmed to say the least. Sure, you had written a book. But that? Hamilton? They just made magic onstage.

You waited a few minutes before deciding to text him. What was he thinking? What were you thinking? You had absolutely no idea where to go or who to talk to. Before you could get your phone out of your bag, however, an usher had placed a hand on your arm.

“Miss L/N?” He smiled. When you nodded, he continued, “Mr. Miranda asked that I invite you backstage.”

A smile rushed your face as you followed him towards a back door, still gripping your playbill as if your life depended on it.

The guy who had played Hercules Mulligan was waiting for you behind the door. Thanking the usher, he pulled you back into the dark hallways with a grin so big it filled his face. He hugged you, making you jump for a moment before accepting the gesture and returning it quickly.

“I’m Oak, I love your book.” He said as he pulled away.

“I loved your performance,” you smiled, feeling awestruck.

He laughed but was abruptly shoved away, “Oh my gosh,” the girl behind him said.

“Jas, this is Y/N,” Oak introduced.

A curly head bobbed over, instantly hugging you, “You are one of my biggest inspirations.”

You took in a breath, softly thanking her before hugging her back. When you pulled away, you squinted before asking, “You’re Jasmine, right?”

She nodded quickly, slightly slapping Oak on the chest before turning and whispering, “She knows who I am.” Suddenly, Jasmine was pulled away from you to reveal a dressed down Lin. He had on some sweats and a black Hamilton tee. The sight of him made your heart skip. Who the hell looked that good in sweats? He was unreal.

He puffed up his cheeks before slowly breathing out.

“Hi,” you said.

Lin shook his head slightly before offering a hand and leading you away. Gratefully, you accepted. His hand left yours, resting on the small of your back, flooding your body with fire; making you burn.

His lips trailed to your ear, slowly breathing out, “You look incredible.” Electricity traveled down your spine as his words hit you.

You tried to push your smile down, but his hand fit perfectly and his hair was messy but he was so damn hot and you couldn’t help it.

“Only one person to dress for,” you quipped, moving a little closer to him, as if there was any room between you. He let out a soft groan, moving you more curtly to his dressing room.

He took a deep breath when he got into the room, as if to calm himself down. Lin pulled you to the couch, sitting much closer than two friends would.

“So what did you think?” He asked, nudging your shoulder, “Was your sister right?”

You let out a laugh before you nodded, “For the first time in her life.” You turned to face him. His grin made it’s way to his eyes, “You are ridiculously talented,” you said, still starstruck.

“Then I won’t let you see Javi play Hamilton. You might like him more than me,” he laughed. His laugh was breezy, like the conversation wasn’t filled with heat.

“Who says I like you?” You said, your brows furrowed, a teasing tone making its way off your lips.

“That dress,” he said quickly, easily. You let out small gasp, rarely allowing yourself to flirt so liberally. Speechless, you shook your head with a smile on your lips. He played off of this, taking your hand in his. “But seriously, you liked it?” He asked, turning the subject.

You nodded instantly, “It… was the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

He rolled his eyes, “That’s exaggerating.”

“Maybe, but it was still amazing.” You shrugged.

He was closer than he was before. When did he get so close?

“You’re amazing,” he tried.

You crinkled your nose, “Cheesy.”

He giggled, placing his other hand on your cheek before touching his lips to yours. Melting immediately, your hands found his neck and you pulled him closer. His hands dropped back to your hips as his lips molded yours. Your lips parted as his kisses got longer, hotter. You sighed into him, tugging his hair lightly when he nipped your bottom lip. The fire in your chest had traveled to every part of your body and you had never felt so good.

“Dude! Why didn’t you tell me Y/N was here - oh shit!” Someone yelled, barging into the dressing room and causing you two to pull apart. Accidentally, you smacked Lin in the face as you jumped back to the end of the couch.

“Shit,” you both groaned, you in embarrassment, him in pain. Reaching towards him, your placed your hand back to his jaw where it had previously been in much different context.

He laughed lightly, “I’m okay,” he assured you. Your eyes were still worried so he leaned forward and pecked your lips once more, making you smile.

A curly haired boy walked in sheepishly alongside Jasmine. Lin laughed, flopping back on the couch. “Go figure.” He laughed.

The boy furrowed his brows, letting out a slight huff.

Throwing a hand up, he introduced you, “Anthony, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Anthony.”

You offered a small wave, your blush undeniable. Quickly, Jasmine broke the tension with a laugh, “You couldn’t even lock the door, Lin?”

Lin face palmed, slapping a hand over his eyes. You looked down, trying not to giggle (and failing). Maybe it was the way Jasmine leaned so easily against the counter, like this was something enjoyable for her to see, or maybe the way Lin had kept one hand around your waist during the entire affair, but you weren’t nearly as embarrassed as you should be.

“We’re going to get some pizza if you want to come,” Anthony said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jasmine was quick to kid, just like Lin, “Unless you guys are preoccupied.”

Lin groaned, standing up and ushering out the door, mumbling something in Spanish before turning back to you, “I am so sorry.”

You shook your head, “Don’t worry about it. I love your cast.”

He was back to the couch, sitting just as close as he had before. “Oh yeah?” He grinned, giving you no time to respond before his lips were back on yours.

2

So about this Book Signing…😬😬

For a couple weeks now I’ve been arranging my book signing with my publisher and we eventually got some dates finalised!! 😂😅 

Book Signing Date #1: 26th May 2017, NY. 2pm to 5pm

Book Signing Date #2: 2nd June 2017, San Francisco 2pm to 5pm

Anywhoooo, If you want to come to either of the Book Signings just message me by 22nd/23rd of this month and i’ll let you know all the extra details! ☺️💚

“Birds are natural fliers,” Mr. Sannon began, addressing his classroom. “It’s instinctual. They need a jumpstart, mind you, and they’ll pick things up through a natural learning process, but the concept of flight, the ability to adjust pitch and roll, and knowing how hard to flare before they land, or how wide to spread their wings to soar, this comes with the territory of being a bird. When they look upward, they don’t see something empty that exists separate from them. Unreachable. They see a road, and they know, innately, that they possess the tools to travel on that road. It’s a bit like us, reaching out toward objects to manipulate them. That’s something our body knows how to do. If we want to affect our world, we use our hands. The tool fits the task. Instinct.”

The classroom collectively nodded a bit. Those who were paying attention, anyway. Which was most, in this case. Flying was an elective course, and being here required certain physical attributes. Typically, students didn’t go to flight class who weren’t personally vested in the idea. Avian eyes stared eagerly back at him, young and excited. Feathers were fluffed with anticipation. The first day was always exciting. The second day was typically cautious and had half as many students.

“You are not birds.” He said flatly.

The class full of decidedly bird-like students looked sidelong at each other, some with bemusement, others with genuine concern that their professor may have taken leave of his senses. But a few remained still, having discerned the meaning of the statement.

“You are Vectors,” He continued, “Which means, at your core, you are a human dressed up in feathers. That grants you a great deal of instinctual ability, yes, but it is human ability, not bird or cat or dog ability. You didn’t learn to lift things by using your beak or your claws, you used your hands. You didn’t learn to hop and fly when you were little, you learned to crawl and walk.” He skipped over an amendment about infancy bypass education. At least, for the moment. “And I’m going to assume the majority of you don’t have baby pictures of mommy throwing up in your mouths.” He smiled a bit at the chorus of gagging, and chuckled.  

“We miss a lot of these obvious cues, thanks to infancy-bypass tanks,” he explained, unable to avoid it further. “I’m betting most of you were putting solid food into your own mouths by the time you actually encountered any. But those of you who did nurse as children instinctively looked for a mammalian chest instead of chewed up bird vomit, which, I assure you, is an entirely un-birdlike thing to do. In short, if you were hoping to leap off a cliff at the end of today’s lesson and take wing under nature’s gentle guidance, I have news for you. At the moment, you have more in common with a rock than a bird, except that you’ll be screaming more on the way down.”

There were chuckles among the students, but they were tempered by the gradual realization that today would be less glamorous than they’d hoped. Sannon took a moment to gauge the reactions. It was easy to pick out the ones who’d never tried to fly, they were generally attentive and agreeable, eager despite the warnings. Unsure yet how cautious they should or shouldn’t be. There was always a group of students who’d had successful glides from playground equipment or rooftops. They tended to lean back in their chairs like they owned the place, confident in their ability and dismissive of the implied danger. He hated that. Parents loved to give their children a taste of flight before these courses to “warm them up,” but all it did was fill them with false security. He’d rather have a blank slate to work with.

Once in a while, there would be one or two in the back with genuine flight experience. Laterals, usually. Illegal at their age, even with their physical condition, but life happens regardless of the convenience of law. It was just a ploy to help sell body sockets anyway, and not everyone could afford one. These children were quiet and distant as they watched, un-involved in the conversations of the other groups. There was none of the posturing here. Despite having the most experience, they were generally the most attentive. Life had not given them the courtesy of doing without their wings, and they had already experienced the fear of that reality. Whatever had driven them to the skies at such a young age, be it anatomy or pressure from some other source, it likely hadn’t left. Half of these students would never try flying again once they came to realize the physical demands, but these few were here to get better at something they couldn’t do without. He had one, today. Lateral raptor of some kind, with a swallowtail. She was perched in the back of the room, waiting, as he spoke.

“We are not well designed for flying,” he continued, speaking over the chatter. “Sorry. It’s a fact. That we can do it at all is pretty impressive; our anatomy isn’t the best for that sort of thing.” he waved a wing limply, which was a little undermined due to the obvious strength in his arms.

“We’re poorly balanced, too heavy, too bulky, and generally not strong enough to do what would be traditionally referred to as regular flying. But with training and discipline, you can get to a point where flying is…” he pondered the word to use. “Reachable. If only for short periods.

“You need to ponder what you’re trying to do, here,” he continued, “understand it in your mind, before you try it. Flying upward to a building top from the ground is the functional equivalent of leaping up a ladder with two hands and no legs, an entire rung at a time instead of alternating, without stopping to rest.” The room dropped its volume level noticeably. Most of them had not considered what the actual physical requirements of a sustained climb were.

“And that’s just getting aloft,” he continued, “then you need to stay there, suspended from that ladder, repeatedly doing chin-ups from the highest rung, until you can find a place to safely drop from rung to rung to the floor, fighting your own weight and momentum, or you fall and die.” The room had silenced now. The inexperienced group were looking nervously back and forth at each other, with lingering glances at arms that had probably barely passed the physical education requirements for their grades. The gliders were slowly realizing that what they’d done before and what they were now facing were substantially different. And there in the back, his veteran. Her breathing had not changed. Her posture had not fallen.

“How…” one of the students asked, “how do you practice something like that?”

Sannon smiled, and looked toward the back.

“It’s Elysium, isn’t it?” he called back to the lateral. She looked surprised to be addressed directly, but nodded. “How do you suggest they practice something like that, Elysium? Is there an easier way? Am I off my mark, here?”

The young kite looked about the room, as if seeking social permission to respond. It was always difficult being singled out. He knew that, and would catch up and apologize later. But they needed to hear it from one of their own. And as he’d expected, her gaze shifted ever so slightly, as he had seen happen in nearly every veteran that had ever graced his classroom on the first day. That realization that these kids were utterly unprepared for what they were facing. The knowledge that if they looked for a shortcut, they would end up broken and battered on the pavement. The need to convey the degree of effort they were facing now.

“Get a ladder.” She responded, and Sannon’s smile widened. He tapped his toggle case, and the closet behind him opened, revealing a rack adorned with rows of long, extending ladders, fully equipped with the grim realization by the classroom that they would, in fact be doing exactly that. He looked back up at the sea of disbelieving stares, and pulled the first ladder off the rack.

“Shall we get started?”

-excerpt from the Full Disclosure lorebook

Hey folks! Fun stuff going on over here with the upcoming lore book. I’d say the text is about 80% written, maybe more, and general assembly has begun. Soon I’ll start working with artists and getting the imagery assembled, and we can move on to funding and publishing! I wanted to give you all a double treat today, so aside from this chapter bumper (each of the corp based chapters in the lore book gets a little slice of life story to help ground you, this one was for MarsCo) Im also going to toss up the in-progress Table of Contents. This isn’t final or finished, but it will give you some hints of things you can expect to see!

History

differences between history and fact

Who knows what and why


Current life

hierarchy of power

anarchy

perceived scarcity

megacorps

hotzones

darkwars

grottos


Corporate rule

advanced looks into corps

MarsCo

ASR

IRPF

TTI

Progenitus

Pulse

Lumen

independents/pirates

rivalry

Secrets


The war

Palemen

masters voice

Corps

trade secrets

lightspeed

body replacement


shadow presidents

Transcendence

hydra

owls

nephilim

legacy memory

natives

near-cuil


Humanity

What was

What remains

Ya’ll id super appreciate if people would stop sending me angry anons that im not publishing their ask fast enough. I am one person, with a job with long hours, and working on writing a book whenever i get the chance. There are over 50 asks in my inbox right now, all deserving a proper response. Your patience would be greatly appreciated

hello my loveies!! so, i wanted to inform everyone that i am going to be Going Ghost on this blog next month – and let me explain why!

so my plan is/was to publish Have Some Pride in june, because june is pride month and my book is all about lgbtq+ pride :’) but i still have four story submission poems i need to write before i can deem myself finished and after that i need to get into editing! plus i need to work something out with my friend stormy, who is doing illustrations for me for this book! so i really have to buckle down and get to work so i can stay on track with publishing in june!!! 

so what exactly does Going Ghost mean? it just means that i probably won’t be posting on here as much as i usually do! i’ll still try to post /something/ as to not completely abandon you guys or this blog, and i will still be answering asks and taking requests. but i need to make Have Some Pride my priority, as i want it to be absolutely PERFECT when i publish it. i hope yall understand and won’t be mad at me <3 but yeah i just wanted to give you guys a heads up, so you don’t think i’ve gone away or anything haha i’m not going anywhere! but in case it gets quiet over here next month, this is why <3

  • Bucky: *sips tea and carves IOU into an apple with his pocket knife*
  • Steve: What is that?
  • Bucky: Tea.
  • Steve: No, the apple..
  • Sam: He watched Sherlock.
  • Steve: Sherlock Holmes? I remember those books. What's with the apple?
  • Bucky: 'I owe you a fall.'
  • Steve: ...
  • Steve: ...
  • Steve: NO MORE TV FOR YOU

anonymous asked:

honestly I'm just hoping she said the wrong thing at the event and she meant to say she was publishing 3 books bc I NEED ALL THE BOOKS

I think maybe that is the case! I’ve seen a few replies that have all said that it’s going to be 3 standalone books and 2 novellas, so maybe it was a slip of the tongue on her part. IM SO FUCKING EXCITED I CAN’T. 

la-knight  asked:

This is for the badass bookworm thing. When I was 15, I got grounded for my 1st-semester grades & my parents packed up all my books in boxes (along w/ most of my stuff) & put them in the garage, & said I'm grounded from reading until I get my grades up. My 1st day back at school, I get a notebook from a friend, go to my school library, & check out the max number of books, & record them as I read them in the notebook. In 5 months, I read over 200 books, out of spite. :)

Dude. DUDE. 200 books in 5 months is flippin insane oh my god

I have mad respect for you

Keep ‘em coming, guys! Remember, tag your posts using the #bookwormsarebadass tag :D Sending me messages with this is cool too, just mention that they’re for this project! (and send them via ask, not IM, so I can publish them)

jan aka @packersbeanie ‘tagged’ me and im bored as fuck so lets go

name: ericka

zodiac sign: taurus

orientation: lesbian

nationality: filipino aye

favorite fruit: mangoes (the yellow ones)

favourite season: seasons who lol philippines doesnt know her

favourite book: i literally forgot published books exist bc what i have been only reading these past few years are fics lol

favourite flower: carnations

favourite scent: fresh laundry

favourite colour: red

favourite animals: dogs!!!!!

coffee, tea or hot cocoa: i like all three of them and i dont mind

average sleep hours: idk i havent been sleeping since april 7th

cat or dog person: boof

favourite fictional character: idk lmao (call me boring idc) (i usually dont have the patience to finish a show/movie/etc. and i have a short attention span)

number of blankets you sleep with: i live in an oven of a country so blankets don’t exist here (lmao jk i have one blanket and its super thin its almost see through) (i only use them when it gets chilly at night)

dream trip: los angeles

blog created: april 21, 2014

number of followers: 4 digit number


tagging new mutuals bc i wanna Know more abt them

@footielou @freelyharry @larrieurl @daggerfortherose @trackninewoman @pinkalbum @twoheartssonehome @harryhugs @organicstunts

anonymous asked:

what is maurice? is that a book??? i heard u say its gay im interested

aaaa it’s honestly one of my favourite books!!

it was written in 1913/14 by E.M. Forster (the Best Boy) but was only published in the 70s after his death bc of censorship

i don’t want to spoil anything by going into detail about the plot but everyone should read it tbh its…. so beautiful

The Art of Loving

This is the book we started reading today in Spanish class. It is written by  psychoanalyst and social philosopher Erich Fromm and published in 1956. So far, i´ve only read like 8 pages but im liking it. ´´ It wants to convince the reader that all his attempts for love are bound to fail´´ Says Erich in the introduction, when i read this i knew what the book was going to go on about in the first few. We are bound to ´´fail´´ in love because we have a misconception of what love is, this idea created by romanticism that says we are going to find someone special and that we are going to marry them and live a happy life with them, that we just have to accept how they are without any critic, that they are perfect just the way they are. This is the failure Fromm talks about, failure because you are most likely never going to find someone that is ´´the one´´ and that is just going to connect with you in a spiritual way. Nowadays  we want to think of love as finding someone perfect just as they are.

 This is something that is said a lot of the times in arguments between lovers: ‘If you loved me, you wouldn’t try to change me.’

anonymous asked:

So hi I'm happy for you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I also have many ideas for my own books like a twist on swan lake But I'm sacred that if I post my idea on Tumblr someone might steal it and write a book on it and publish while Im still young to do that. What should I do?

Thank you!! 

Well, the thing is, it’s your idea. No one is going to be able to tell it like you can. I might be careful with getting too specific, but if you want to share it with other writers you trust or on your blog to get feedback, that’s always going to help! I wouldn’t be too scared. But also, I LOVE Swan Lake so you should totally write it ASAP! ;-)

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I feel like this is one of those those images in a Highlights magazine from when I was a kid, where you have to spot all the errors and they’re so glaringly obvious it’s annoying. 

So what is this hot mess of heteronormativity, you ask? This is from a YA book published in 2002, Leap Day by Wendy Mass. Read by yours truly at the impressionable age of 13 or so. Now I was a tiny baby gay at this time and didn’t even realize it. Like Katy in this passage, I had the hugest crush on one of my female teachers. So when I read this I was like holy shit. Am I gay?????? 

First of all, this is a horrible character to discover I resonate with. This is the only passage of the book that addresses Katy’s sexuality so let’s just talk about how problematic it is. We’ve got heteronormativity at it’s finest here, first in Josie’s (the narrator) reaction…like she’d almost rather her friend be pregnant?????!!???? And then instead of making Katy feel okay about opening up to her, she’s like ok but imma list all these reasons why you’re actually straight, the end. Then there’s the bi erasure. I mean poor Katy doesn’t know what the hell she’s feeling, poor thing, and then Josie just like shits all over her confession…like what the hell Katy, SHE WAS NOT COOL ABOUT THAT AT ALL. But obviously (at least from Josie’s POV), Katy has expressed interest in boys before and even seems to feel pleased that a dude wanted to ask her to the prom so like, dude, someone tell Katy about being bisexual because she can totally have a crush on her female teacher AND want to go to prom with a boy. 

Like fuck, what am I, the reader, supposed to do as a baby gay raised in a strict Catholic home and this is the exposure I happened to accidentally stumble upon??? Like the book just ends three pages later and Katy just like leaves because she wants to be alone and then what??? I mean she is a minor character in this book but seriously it was so sad to see her sexuality invalidated so quickly. 

So me, the baby gay, got really freaked out by all this and mind you the year is only 2006 and my only hobby in life is church so I’m completely overcome by panic and dread because I really think this pretty teacher of mine is the cat’s pajamas and even though I didn’t really think about kissing her, it doesn’t seem like it would be truly terrible and maybe even I wanted to just a little…. BUT DON’T THINK OF THAT, GUARD YOUR HEART, OH YOUNG CATHOLIC MAIDEN. 

I ended up telling my mom about this passage in the book because I was overcome with such guilt and confusion and then she said, stop reading that nonsense, you’re not gay. 

And that was that. 

(Until I discovered lesbian fanfiction like 3 years later and that’s another journey in and of itself but you see where I am now)

Finis

if i ever get a book published im going to announce it like im having a baby but it’s just going to say “congratulations, it’s a book!” and probably have pictures of me lovingly cradling the novel in my arms

i just finished tfc and im a litttllee annoyed about how quick these books are bc im gonna have to drop 20 bucks on the rest of the series probably just to finish it in a couple of days :( but i know this is gonna be one of those things that if i dont get them NOW im gonna forget about it and never finish them and i dont want to read them online 1) i hate doing that in general unless i know im going to buy the book 2) its self published so i would feel especially bad about doing something like that

5 Things About Me, tagged by @allhailweegee

HERE WE GO!

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  • my wallet
  • my phone
  • my diabetic supplies
  • some form of granola bar
  • at least two different kinds of lipstick 

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  • cups because im terrible at keeping my room clean
  • stuffed animals 
  • perfume
  • makeup
  • diabetic supplies

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in life:

  • Go to Ireland
  • Go to Japan
  •  Write a book that gets published
  • Fall in love (cheesy i know, shut up)
  • tbh, just travel the world
  • dye my hair 

5 things that make me happy:

  • my friends
  • cats
  • food
  • music
  • sailor moon

5 things I’m currently into:

5 things on my to do list:

  • go to the chiropractor
  • find a therapist 
  • go to the doctor 
  • clean my room
  • get ready for my trip 

5 things people may not know about me:

  • my anxiety is at its worst at night, i get up a lot and often have multiple but short panic attacks during the nighttime. 
  •  im very imaginative, I constantly make up poems or stories in my head, its been that way since I was little.
  • I have a terrible fear of waterbugs and cockroaches, to the point where i have nightmares about them.
  • I love vintage stuff, old style clothes, movies, etc. I adore it.
  • I love to learn, I am constantly looking up people and things and events all the time. I could sit and read about stuff forever.  

tagging @myrebloggingblog @mrnerdling @zelda-guru-momi @tsume817 and anyone else who wants to uwu