It’s definitely difficult being a woman and growing up a girl. When you’re graceful, people say you lack personality; when you’re serene, people say you’re boring; when you’re confident, people say you’re arrogant; when you’re feminine, people say you’re too girly; and when you climb trees, people say you’re too much of a tomboy! As a woman, you really need to develop a very strong sense of self and the earlier you can do that, the better! You have to be all the things that you are, without allowing other people’s ignorance change you! I realized that they don’t know what grace is, they can’t identify serenity, they have inferiority complexes, they are incapable of being feminine, and they don’t know how to climb trees!
Headcanon that Magnus and Thalia meet upon Annabeth’s recommendation, and they give each other tips on how to deal with not ageing while many of their loved ones grow up, and eventually die. It’s very helpful, for both of them.
tbfh Deaf West needs to revive every great musical of the 20th and 21st century and win hundreds of prestigious awards and receive abundant recognition and praise for the profoundly beautiful world-changing productions they create
Imagine Marius trying super hard to impress JVJ the first time he meets him and he’s just stumbling over his words and messing up and he’s just a massive bundle of nerves. And JVJ is there like “ yes hello I am the serious father” but like he’s just dying because oh my god bless this boy.
And then they have dinner and they go to say grace and JVJ is like
“Our father who art in heaven
thank you for blessing us with this food
And Lord, if you’re listening, let Marius Pontmercy know that he is welcome in my house and to my family and that the plate he accidentally broke that Cosette sneakily cleared away was an ugly plate and I’m glad it is broken.”
And anyways he can no longer keep a straight face and he bursts out laughing, followed not long after by Cosette and Marius feels like he could cry from relief and he’s so happy.
little tiny progress with my piece for @supernaturalartbook I still have a lot work to do before I will be able to call it finished, but I am getting there
Currently on the “nope”/*screeeeeech* stage of art. Which means I see all my mistakes but can’t get anything right no matter how hard I try. I will have to look at it tomorrow with a fresh eye. And draw with a fresh relaxed hand.
Every flat surface seems to be covered in stacks of organized papers, drawings and notes and lists tacked to the walls next to pictures of temple ruins. The clutter and mess drags back the smell of old paper and brownies, the feeling of California heat and sweat prickled skin, and long days spent sitting on the edge of another desk like this one. The memories slip back to her, little things that find their way back after so long. They aren’t much in themselves, the taste of salt from In-N-Out fries and the Pacific ocean, dust covered sandals, wind whipping at her hair, the echo of laughter off stone, but together they pull her into something she’d forgotten. Something she’d hoped she’d lost the details of.
Despite the fine coat of dust that clings to the less used surfaces, to the edges of framed photos on the wall and the spines of the books on their shelves, the room still smells of fresh air. That, more than anything else, pulls at her. Piper breaths in, sinking her into a place between dejavu and nostalgia. This isn’t the same room but somehow, in a way she can’t manage to grasp, this is the same place from all those years ago.
She reaches out a hand, running her fingertips across the pages closest to her. Tight, hastily scribbled notes in a nearly perfect column flow down the page. Each is little more than a phrase or term, each likely an aspect he’ll want to capture in stone and fresco to appease whatever god the building will represent. Without really reading she skims the list. The words coming and going without settling into solid understanding until she reaches the bottom of the lists and the single word scratched onto the page.
A flower of panic blooms in her chest between the too quick beating of her heart, the same thorny plant that rooted itself in her in the months after the war. The same fear she’s spent the last five years chasing away. Her fingers curl into a fist, her jaw setting and teeth pressed to teeth. Piper drops her chin, throat tightening as she swallows and stares at her own name at the end of the list.
I’m not an unreasonable person. All I want is a College Percabeth AU in which Piper and Thalia convince Annabeth to go to a party and she ends up pretty drunk and eventually finds her way back to her dorm. But the next morning she wakes up so some guy screaming, and she nearly pisses herself because this isn’t her bed and why is this really hot guy screaming, but then she starts screaming because she was in bed with some stranger. Next thing she knows this blonde kid falls out of the top bunk and starts screaming, then some hispanic kid from next door bursts in, followed by a guy with curly brown hair loaded down with coffee and everyone is still screaming and next thing you know Piper shows up from the floor bellow them telling them to shut up because she can hear them from downstairs and sees Annabeth in bed with the one guy she recognizes from the swim team and goes “Niceeeeee”. Once everyone calms down Annabeth finds out that she was technically in the right room just the wrong floor and had been spooning with the captain of the swim team all night. Thats all I want guys.