the still house


I just recently read a discussion thread and I was surprised to see that many people agreed that Nico’s experience was the same as Percabeth’s, and some even claimed that Percabeth had it worse because Nico was a son of Hades, which “gave him an advantage”.

I’d like to just remind everyone that Percy and Annabeth’s journey through Tartarus was bad, yes, but they had each other, and they were helped by Bob the Titan, Damasen the peaceful but strong giant, and Small Bob, whereas Nico was really, truly alone. Now being a ‘son of Hades’ means nothing here, because Hades himself is mentioned to be afraid of Tartarus and would never go near it.

Some people also claimed that Nico didn’t go through the same Tartarus experience or met the same beings there such as Achlys or Nyx or Tartarus’ weak form unlike Percabeth, but that’s just a LIE. He mentions to have reached the Doors Of Death by himself, which meant he HAD encountered Achlys, who was mentioned to have seen so much pain and misery within him that there was little else she could do, and of course he had to go through Nyx’s palace to get to the doors as well, so he had to have encountered her too. And sure, he didn’t encounter the lesser form of Tartarus, but he DID encounter the TRUE FORM of Tartarus, and was overwhelmed by him AND the large number of monsters that he had to fight ALONE, whereas Percabeth and their friends had to fight TOGETHER.

And he did all that BY HIMSELF. No good titan, no peaceful giant, no small Siberian tiger, NO PHYSICAL OR EMOTIONAL SUPPORT. He was, I repeat, REALLY, TRULY, A L O N E. And after all these years we still give him too little credit for that.

AND it doesn’t end there, because afterwards he gets trapped in a bronze jar, which was SUFFOCATING HIM, so he had to put himself in several Death Trances to survive. The kid was given NO BREAKS WHATSOEVER for a long, long time and it just makes me sad that people often forget.

Lostcauses Fic: The Commander’s House

Yeah.  Still not over it.  Sorry.  

(Any similarity between Levi Ackerman and Emma Hamilton is entirely coincidental.) 

It doesn’t get any easier.  The pain doesn’t dull.  It’s as sharp and bright as it was four years ago in Shiganshina.  It’s just buried deeper.  Carved into his bones, woven into his sinews, twined around his heart, his lungs. Some days it feels like it’s strangling him, suffocating him from the inside out.  Other days Levi knows it’s the only thing holding him together.

But he keeps on going.  He does his job, leads reconnaissance missions beyond the walls, accompanies the surveyors and cartographers as they map every inch of the island.  Strange to think that all this time they have been on an island, and that out there, across the ocean, is a world vast beyond their comprehension. He wonders what Erwin would have made of it all.

There are settlements outside the walls now; farms and villages, homesteads dotted along the rivers and valleys, straggling along the coast.  But Levi always returns to the walls. To Shiganshina.  

He buys the house.  The one where they laid Erwin to rest.  Repairs it with his own hands.  Hanji had it cleared out, burning every last stick of furniture when they removed the body. His body.  When they took Erwin away.  “We can’t risk spreading disease, Levi.”  He knew that of course, he’s not a fucking idiot. Growing up in the Underground, he saw first hand how quickly disease could spread. But he saves the bottle from beside the bed, washes it carefully, and every time he visits, he fills it with fresh flowers.

People call it The Commander’s House now and the local children whisper that it’s haunted. It is, but only by Levi.  He inhabits the house like a restless spirit.  He doesn’t really live there.  He doesn’t really live anywhere. He just exists.  

Levi moves some of Erwin’s belongings into the house; his books, personal papers, a few clothes.  He claims a worn uniform and weathered cloak, the threadbare shirt with the ink stain on the sleeve, old boots, worn and scuffed by wear.  They hang in the wardrobe in the bright upper room now.  Erwin’s dress uniform, the one with the gold braid and the sleeve pinned back, is in the museum at the cenotaph.  Levi tries not to think about tearing open the buttons of that uniform, tries not to picture it lying in a crumpled heap of gilt and braid on the floor beside the bed, tries not to feel the weight of his Commander, lying hot and heavy on top of him, slick with sweat and consumed with desire.

Levi, fuck…Levi…

Sometimes Levi sits in the room at the top of the house and reads or just listens to the sounds from the street below; children playing, a dog barking, the notes of a blackbird singing somewhere.  But if he closes his eyes he can still smell the blood and the ash and the entrails.  Still feel the titan blood evaporating from his skin.  Still hear the words “teacher…how…find out…don’t exist?” more real than the sounds of laughter filtering in through the window.  That was Levi’s world, not this one.

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Do NOT spread Brendon’s new address around if you ever come across it. Do NOT go to his house. I don’t care if you’re the biggest fan alive, don’t go to his house unless he invites you. It’s simple. He’s a human being who puts up with enough stuff already, the fact that it’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t feel safe anymore in his OWN HOME and he feels the best decision is to MOVE is completely unfair, and now you need to keep this in your thoughts, tell new fans, people who don’t know. Respect him and his privacy.


Happy Halloween, everyone! Be safe (VERY IMPORTANT) and have fun~ <3


“Throughout all of these turns, Ali exhibits so much talent, resourcefulness and dashing, mega-watt charisma that it’s something of an embarrassment that no one in Hollywood has made him a matinee idol yet. He has triumphed as a supporting actor this year not by resigning himself to second-fiddle status or self-servingly stealing the show, but by fostering deep-rooted connections with the actors in his company and making every single moment pulse with resonance, no matter the size or stakes. That is what real support looks like. That is the Mahershala Ali way.”

2016 belonged to Mahershala Ali. Matthew Eng explains why.


[ 9th February 2017 ] Honestly really feeling this spread bcos of the colour. The sunsets have been AMAZING here and you’ll find me outside my house at 7:30pm just admiring it.
Happy February!! 💙


This is from like last week by now lol,

But I tested Saturnz Barz 2D!
I’m planning on doing this outfit at AAC with my group but I don’t have much of the outfit yet lol

I rlly like how the test came out tho 👀👀

Cosplay insta: Pansykenny

the best family in the marvel universe tbhhh

“how many times was draco hit before he learned to flinch away so quickly?”

p.s it hurts me to hear the way draco says “yes, father” and the way he looks at lucius