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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  

i have been in the same bed
for 9 days
and even when i see the sun
i still send please prayers to god.
please, don’t let me be nothing.

i’m so scared i’ll be nothing. 

all my pleases are wrapped
up in jars,
growing dust and regret. 
and i think he loves them
like tears. 

anonymous asked:

Have u read long exposure? It is a well written comic I highly reccomend

ill read pretty much any comic personally recommended to me; is it a webcomic or a print? gimme links or smth 0^:

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.

anonymous asked:

Okay, so I'm hoping to go to my local used bookstore tomorrow, and I wanted to ask how you decide which books are good to buy? How do I tell if it's worth having, or if it's good/accurate?

my rules for botany books (and science books in general):

-if its a textbook type book and was published in 2005 or sooner, it’s probably accurate as long as its dealing with beginning level stuff. some people would say for most accurate, do 2015 and later, which is true out of concept, but what 2015 book shows up in a used bookstore for cheap??? they dont and im poor. examples of textbooks would be something on the principles of botany or something with ap bio level to upper undergrad level stuff in it. as far as money goes, im willing to go up to, like, $4-$5 on this one because I already know a lot of the beginning level content. if it’s clear that a textbook has stuff you don’t know in it, the potential amount i would shell out for it would go up, but never above $15. the usefulness of a textbook depends on its publication date and how much you know as a person. 

-with narrative books, it varies on how interested you are in the topic. for instance, something i recently did was shell out $15 to order a brand new book by one of my favorite botanists because i really value the topic (about his work saving plant species brought to his institution as a last resort in the face of extinction). there’s another one out there that’s about researchers climbing redwoods and how much work it takes to study a plant that size, and another about drama and shady shit going down in the orchid collection business, for example. there are a lot of cool other ones, too; it’s just a matter of stumbling on them.

-if its something crazy specific, it super depends. for example, i have a book entitled “Genomics and Breeding for Climate Resilient Crops Volume 2: Target Traits”. It’s a research textbook that’s basically a compilation of important writings in that specific topic at a graduate level, and I got it because of my interest in environmental and botanical sustainability. I found it at a used bookstore for $10. had i bought it new, i would have paid literally a little over $200. (for reference to point #1, it was published in 2013). 

-floras. ive never come across one of these in a used bookstore, but they’re really important and valuable botany books and you just never know, so i’m gonna talk about them here. a flora is a book that details all the plants in a certain area, and sometimes of a specific type in a certain area. all of them. this isn’t a general field guide, this is like, a research-level field/identification guide or a collection/hobbiest guide. if you’re interested and you see one, i would probably pay up to about $25 for one depending on the area and my interest. some of these are published on CDs now instead of in physical books! more specific examplebroader example  

-compilations of species. again, ive never come across one of these in a used bookstore, but they’re super cool. this is like, books listing all the known species of a certain type of plant. a good example thats on my wishlist for my birthday this month is Stewart McPherson’s set of pitcher plant compilations; this currently is a set of three, two volumes called “Pitcher Plants of the Old World v1/2″ and another volume he put out a few years ago after a ton of unexpected new discoveries were made, called “The New Nepenthes, Volume 1″ (volume 2 doesn’t exist yet, but will once we find more!). there are these kinds of compilations for a ton of random types of plants and succulents, ranging from the super specific to the broad. (its important to differentiate here between the “best of” books and the compilations. compilations would be, for example, all orchids, while a “best of” book of orchids might only show some that the author deems “exotic”. also, an orchid compilation would be crazy and i would love to see it. there are around 30,000 species, if i remember correctly, making the orchid genus the largest known to man). man…i dont know what i would do if i found one of these in the wild. i guess if it was over an interesting plant type, i would pay up to $25 or so in a used bookstore, but if it was a carnivorous compilation or something similarly interesting, i might go higher. 

-if you are unsure if you should get something, check half.com. this is a subsite of ebay that just sells used books, and is a little more niche and rare than amazon (which i would also check if the book you’re looking at is more common). another really useful site to check before making large purchases is Summerfield books, the only site i’ve found so far that specializes in botany and natural history books. i usually check prices from my phone to see if its worth it if im thinking of getting something. if its cheaper online, i just add it to my massive amazon list of books i want and move on with my life for the moment. 

Okay in Sky Factory part 14 there’s a part where Jeremy questions a Nitro Creeper and Jack, upon hearing him say the word “nitro,” yells “Go”

And just… I’m already really happy for Lil J getting his book published and having it be so great for him, but seeing (hearing?) his friends reference it and knowing they’re happy for him too just makes me extra happy, y'know??

“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

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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! ☺️💚

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

faptrickstump  asked:

just saw you answered my ask lol i forget now what post i was referring to. either the fairytale one or cersei's affinity with fire. just wanna say i love your asoiaf discussions esp regarding the women of asoiaf. while i love how martin writes realistic women in fantasy, i was wondering if you read more fantasy and would have recommendations of books where women are not subservient in society or ones written by women. im reading wheel of time which is great but always looking for more. thanks!!

Thanks! For recs, in addition to Wheel of Time, which has great female characters, I can recommend some books with great female characters that aren’t as misogynistic as ASOIAF:

  • Brandon Sanderson’s books
  • Scott Lynch’s Gentleman Bastards series
  • Rivers of London series by Ben Aaronovitch

And fantasy written by women:

  • Lois McMaster Bujold’s Chalion series
  • Windhaven by Lisa Tuttle and GRRM. Go. Go read it now
  • Robin Hobb (I think I only read one of her books)
  • Connie Willis (She writes my favorite time travel books)

I’m sort of blanking right now, so I’m just gonna publish this, and hopefully other people can add on to this list. 

just a reminder that la belle sauvage is published in 8 days!!

where did the time go, huh? can you believe that this is actually happening? because i still remember the feeling of hopelessness i would get every time i checked for updates for it and there werent any, and now here we are!! less than 10 days away from publication!! and im so overwhelmed and still in shock really. its been years, but finally the time has come. 

  • 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

I was tagged by @justxfelix to do this thingy :’^)
5 things you’ll find in my bag:
- earbuds
- snacks
- bandaids cos im a clumsy mess
- sunscreen (i wear that shit whenever i go outside gotta keep up this pale aesthetic yknow what i mean)
- some kind of plant matter, i pick up little nuts and leaves and flowers and shit and throw them in there and then forget about it 😅
5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:
- fairy lights
- plants
- lots of maps
- paintings
- a sad empty hamster cage
5 things I’ve always wanted to do:
- travel around the world and meet all my internet friends
- publish books
- have a stable relationship
- get a kitty
- go skydiving
5 things that make me happy:
- my pals
- fuzzy animals
- cute people
- hugs and kisses
- vampire weekend
5 things I’m currently into:
- poetry
- witchcraft
- meditation & yoga
- being happy
- pressing flowers
5 things on my to-do list:
- go school shopping
- get a guinea pig
- take a nice bath
- meditate
- eat breakfast BC I KEEP FORGETTING EVERY MORNING
I tag everyone who wants to do it! Yay!

antiopesgirlfriend  asked:

hi, i love the blog!! do you happen to know of any wlw books for 7-11 year olds?? im going into teaching and one of my assignments is to write a piece on a children’s book we love. and i was hoping to find a wlw one to base mine on

That age is tricky all around; traditional publishing kind of sucks at it. The youngest wlw book I know that’s not a picture book is probably Star Crossed by Barbara Dee!

homesicksims  asked:

🌺 Send this to ten other bloggers you think are wonderful. Keep the game going. 🌺 (hellooooo darling love of mine, I effin' love you and your story, as I'm sure you already know, and I'm excited for that LunaxMiloxNolxBri double date :p)

oh my gosh, you know what i was seriously trying to go in-game earlier to DO THAT DOUBLE DATE but my game was sooooo laggy or it just kept freezing… SOON SOON i’ma do it. and it’s gonna be amazeballs. (jk i’m trash) but im gonna try to! because i love them and they seem like they’d all be great friends :’) ty bub for this! i effin love you more and YOUR story, like shush you my story is mediocre at best. i am always blown away at your work. seriously. publish a book now i’ll be the first to buy hahahahahaha <3 

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)

tagged by the wonderful @anthcny-stark thank you!!! <3

Rules: Tag 15 people at the end of this challenge!

Five things you’ll find in my bag

  1. tissues
  2. chapstick
  3. a book that im currently reading
  4. my writing journal
  5. phone

Five things you’ll find in my bedroom

  1. B O O K S
  2. way too many puzzle books tbh, esp since i never do them
  3. my little brother’s drawings that I pinned to my corkboard
  4. jewelry that i tell myself im gonna wear but then never do bc i forget
  5. a photo of my cat

Five things I’ve always wanted to do

  1. go to a concert
  2. i wanna travel a bit, like idk where but i wanna
  3. visit the friends ive made online
  4. have money to spoil my friends with gifts every now and then!!!
  5. be published

Five things that make me feel happy

  1. achievement hunter
  2. talking with my friends
  3. music
  4. writing
  5. my younger siblings

Five things I’m currently into

  1. mystic messenger
  2. i’ve somehow managed to get myself sucked back into the free! fandom idk
  3. being organized and having a clean environment
  4. doing well in my classes!!!
  5. i actually wanna watch bojack horseman

Five things on my to-do list

  1. finishing a fic that’s been in progress for like two years
  2. doing my homework
  3. organizing my thoughts and deciding on some goals for self-growth before my therapy session
  4. i want to try exercising regularly and get into the habit even if it’s not a lot or for a long time it’s still better than nothing
  5. laundry

I’ll tag @cloudsaysthings, @sciencewithatwist, @theaussiedragon, @thesalmonspectacular, @jihajisigma, @rainyengland, @zyklonballoon, @unsweet-ramen-tacobell, @syn-weaver, @ladyymontilyet, @merce and @aroacedrienne (if they want to of course!!!)