do you ever wonder if any of the kids that went to some of Percy’s older schools were demigods as well?

Imagine one of them coming to camp and meeting Percy again, and suddenly all those strange events that happened around him, the stories of mysterious occurrences that happened to this random kid, all make perfect sense.


i just started reading part 4 and im deep into josuyasu hell

Sequel to this one.


in case ur interested in what bliss looks like.
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The Affair + scenery

Steve’s always loved to draw. When he was little, he would sit in a corner of the hospital - too sick to stay home, he was always too sick - and one of the nurses would give him old records to scribble across, an old pencil stub tugged like magic from behind a doctor’s ear.

He could always find a pencil, or a bit of charcoal - sat by the stove on cold winter nights and sketched summer onto their pitted, wood floors. Bucky kept hinting about art school (picked up the habit from Sarah Rogers, both of them talking like Steve might live past twenty five), but Steve had different dreams.

It took awhile, after the serum, to relearn how to hold a pencil in his suddenly thick hands, but Steve needed to be able to write Bucky letters, to promise that he was okay and hadn’t done anything too stupid. (Bucky never got them, pointless reassurances to a man trapped in hell; and Steve hadn’t seen them again until 2013 in the back rooms of a museum that echoed like a tomb.) Steve drew pin-up girls for the Commandos, bomber planes and city streets when they felt nostalgic for home. He drew the sharpening lines of Bucky’s face, the uneven beginnings of a beard on his cheek, all the wreckage of Bucky’s scars that promised he was wounded but still alive.

Steve didn’t start working in color until after the ice. Pepper - trying to be helpful - forced Tony to teach Steve how to take still pictures from old movies (classic films, spotted and unspooling and fresh in Steve’s mind from the cinema three years before), compiled an enormous folder filled with pictures of Brooklyn, of tenements and trolleys and boys playing ball in an abandoned yard. They were all in shades of gray, washed out and frozen in time.

He taped them to his walls, laid the city out as best he could - streets and homes and the church where he had taken First Communion, where the priest had prayed over Sarah Rogers’s cold body and ashen face - and stared at them for hours from his bed. When he finally fell asleep (finally woke up home, Brooklyn like it was meant to be), Mrs. Santorini smiled at him, her teeth white and her red lipstick a slash of gray, the puff of her hair white without the yellow tinge she claimed came from eating lemons as a girl.

The first time Fury broke into Steve’s apartment, he slipped on the layers of Brooklyn - red brick and wood painted blue and green and yellow, pink sandstone and brown streets and boys with flushed cheeks and dirt smudged over their nose, caked into the palms of their grubby hands - and nearly hit his knees on the hardwood floors.

“What the hell is this?” Fury grumbled, flourishing a handful of drawings in Steve’s face (careful not to crumple them, Steve startled to find a SHIELD tech at his doorstep a week later, machine in hand to colorize old photographs, to scan drawings and sharpen them until they looked like a movie still of the world Steve had lost).

“Brooklyn,” Steve answered, and smoothed a hand across the wrinkled edges of Bucky’s face, blue and brown and pink and tan and streaks of Irish red in his hair. When he went to sleep that night, Bucky smiled at him, teeth white, stubble shaded in patches of black against pale, colorless eyes, the ashen flush on his cheeks, the wreckage of his scars in shades of gray.

The name Rumpelstilzchen in German means literally “little rattle stilt”. (A stilt is a post or pole which provides support for a structure.) A rumpelstilt or rumpelstilz was the name of a type of goblin, also called a pophart or poppart that makes noises by rattling posts and rapping on planks. The meaning is similar to rumpelgeist (“rattle ghost”) or poltergeist, a mischievous spirit that clatters and moves household objects. (Other related concepts are mummarts or boggarts and hobs that are mischievous household spirits that disguise themselves.) The ending -chen is a German diminutive and designates something as “little” or “dear,” depending on context.
—  wiki

He felt his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. How strange that in his dread of death, it pumped all the harder, valiantly keeping him alive. But it would have to stop, and soon. Its beats were numbered. How many would there be time for, as he rose and walked through the castle for the last time, out into the grounds and into the Forest?
Terror washed over him as he lay on the floor, with that funeral drum pounding inside him.


THE LION KING Australia: Cast Sings Circle of Life on Flight Home from Brisbane


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Richass Week 2015 - Day 2: Pink Rose
appreciation, gratitude, admiraton (+ bonus word: present)

oh god i’m so sorry. i had this vague idea before richass week and went “no, it doesn’t fit the prompts well enough and it’s too stupid” and then today’s bonus prompt happened and. well.

i’m sorry richard is (probably) trolling you, asbel. there’s nothing you can do with that thing except stuff it in the kitchen and hope it doesn’t scare you half to death every time you walk in.