For people who see this post… why? Why would anyone like this? This is a weird invasion of childhood moments that weren’t released by choice.
You don’t just get someone’s yearbook. You either go to the school those years, or you hunt this down from someone else that has one.
Everyone wants to know whatever they can about Ryan’s past, but can we at least let him decide when he releases or okays pictures from his own childhood? It’s exciting and fun to know more about someone! This is not one of those times.
Leaving out the name of the school makes no difference. It’s still creepy and weird.
“For the sake of his privacy” If there was any care at all for his privacy this wouldn’t have been posted. Especially not on a side account with no other posts than to reblog this same thing.
I blacked out the name just for the fact that they shouldn’t get more named recognition for this kind of negative digging.
If people out there care for Ryan’s actual privacy and life, please… Please. Give this post no notice when you go by it. Don’t encourage this kind of hunting stalking behavior.
Ryan should mean more to this to any true fan who cares deeply for his well being and privacy of his life. If he wanted it released, it’d be out on an Extra Life or a stream.
This shot from the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope shows a maelstrom of glowing gas and dark dust within one of the Milky Way’s satellite galaxies, the Large Magellanic Cloud (LMC). This stormy scene shows a stellar nursery known as N159, an HII region over 150 light-years across. N159 contains many hot young stars.
Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]
A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33
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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?
Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.
Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.
That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.
The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.
It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.
When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.
You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.
As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.
The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.
…However. Not everyone believes that.
Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.
Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.
Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.
They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.
They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.
He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”
“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.
“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”
Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.
The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.
“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.
“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.
When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.
Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.
“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.
Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.
“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.
“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.
You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.
“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.
“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.
Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.
Many days had passed and Harry was sitting into Sirius’ room, along with Ron and Hermione. He hated being into the Blacks house, especially because he felt so guilty about facing Sirius everyday and not telling him the secret he knew about him. It put so much pressure on him that he did everything to avoid his godfather during the Christmas holidays, which made him sad and anxious. He needed his presence more than anything but he couldn’t handle looking at him in the eyes with what he now knew. The first day when he came to Grimmauld place, he thought about telling at once Sirius. But the man didn’t seem to be in a good mood; in fact, he looked more depressed than he looked back when he got out of Azkaban. One night, as Harry came downstairs to get a glass of water after a nightmare, he surprised a conversation between Lupin and Sirius, as they were drinking into the drawing room together.
‘I tried to look for her, but it’s like she vanished into thin air’ he heard his godfather whisper.
There was a pause.
‘Come on Sirius, don’t get yourself into trouble just for her.’
‘Just for her? Do you know how much time I spent thinking she believes I am guilty?’
‘Why does it matter? You said it yourself, it’s been ages.’
Harry heard Sirius swallowing heavily his liquor.
‘What about me?’ he asked.
‘You are safe here. Don’t you think about going out of here ever again before it’s okay for you to do so’ replied Remus with a cold voice.
‘It’s like you don’t want me to see her. Is it? Are you hiding something from me? Is she okay?’ said Sirius, sounding nervous and angry.
‘Are you thinking straight, Pads?’
There was another pause.
‘The girl has moved on, don’t go trouble Y/N with your excuses and explications!’
‘What’s the matter with you, since when did you lose any empathy for your old friend? I just want to see her again, just one time, for Merlin’s beard-‘
‘She’s married Sirius! There, I said it. She has a life of her own now, she moved on, don’t go trouble her with the past! What are you thinking, that she was going to wait for you? It’s been almost fourteen years.’
Harry felt the tension in the room. For a few minutes, he wondered what was happening as he heard nobody talk anymore. As time passed and nobody move or spoke, Harry walked silently back into his room. He felt so sorry for Sirius he couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest hurt. How he wished Sirius knew that he had a daughter with Y/N, that he had a future of his own, that he hadn’t lost everything. He heard somebody opening the door. Hermione was standing in the doorway, looking at him curiously.
‘I thought I heard noise in here’ she whispered.
‘Couldn’t sleep’ replied Harry, trying to chase away his thoughts.
She looked at Ron who seemed to be lost into a deep sleep.
‘That makes at least two of us’ she smiled. ‘Mind if I come in?’
Harry shook his head and Hermione sat beside him on the bed.
‘Are you having visions again?’ she enquired.
‘No, that’s not it’ said Harry, feeling uncomfortable with what he just heard.
Hermione put her hand on Harry’s and looked at him with sincere eyes.
‘You know, you can tell me anything.’
Harry smiled back to her and they sat in silence, staring at the flames crackling in the fireplace.
‘Hermione?’ said Harry, breaking the silence.
She looked up at her friend.
‘What would you do if you knew a secret, a big one, that would change one’s perception on life and future?’
She frowned her eyebrows.
‘Who would it concerns?’ she asked.
‘I know something – something very important – but I’m not confident about telling the person it concerns, because I’m not sure how that person would react.’
‘Harry, you’re worrying me… Why don’t you just tell me what it’s about and I’ll try to help?’
Maybe he could tell Hermione. He looked at Ron, fast asleep.
‘Are you familiar with the other students? Other houses, other years?’
Hermione raised her shoulders.
‘I don’t know everybody, but I have a good memory.’
‘There’s this girl, maybe you know her. Second grade’ he continued.
‘Well, I came to know recently, something about her. Something huge.’
‘I didn’t know you were interested in gossip, Harry’ mumbled Hermione, not sure where her friend was going with this.
Harry sighed heavily.
‘You know Y/D/N Y/L/N?’
Hermione raised her shoulders again.
‘Long black hair, silver eyes. She’s pretty too. She’s in Slytherin.’
‘The name does ring a bell. But I’d have to see what she looks like, to be honest… Where’re you going with that Harry?’
Harry felt his hands becoming sweaty and his blood pumping loudly in his veins.
‘You wouldn’t have to get out of this house to see what she looks like…’ he whispered.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and waited for the denouement. Harry felt nervous, he wished she’d have put the puzzle pieces together by now.
‘Don’t make me say it, don’t make me say it’ he thought.
‘Wait a minute…’ he heard Hermione say.
She got up and started pacing in the room.
‘I think I know who you’re talking about. She has those shiny long black hair does she? I remember her cause the first time I noticed her, she was in the library and something about her felt very familiar when I glanced at her!’
Harry waited patiently for Hermione to figure it out.
‘The eyes, yes, the eyes. These silver eyes, well, her whole face expression, the smirk…’
There was a long pause. Her eyes widened and she put her hand in front of her now opened mouth, her expression shocked.
‘Are you sure?’ she asked, nervously.
‘Without a doubt.’
‘Does he know?’
Harry shook his head and felt his eyes burn.
‘I surprised a conversation and I asked questions to Lupin afterwards and pretty figured the rest myself.’
‘Then maybe you’re wrong’ suggested Hermione, not sure she really wanted to believe what she was just told.
‘No. Lupin confirmed it. He asked me to tell no one, but how could I keep this to myself?’
‘You need to tell him, Harry!’ said Hermione, hurrying to her friend, taking him by the shoulders.
‘How can I be the one telling him? How can I tell Sirius that he has a daughter he doesn’t know about?’
Harry heard the floor crack outside the room. Both he and Hermione jumped with fear. He stood up and looked into the door crack that Hermione didn’t close entirely. There, two pairs of bright silver eyes were shining into the dark, reflecting the dancing flames of the fireplace behind Harry’s weak body, surrounded by black fur all around. The big dog seemed to look blankly at Harry. Surely, Sirius had heard them say they weren’t able to sleep and decided to make them laugh by transforming into Padfoot, like he did some nights before. He started to walk slowly in reverse.
‘Sirius, I-‘ Harry tried to mumble.
But the dog had disappeared.
‘SIRIUS!’ he shouted again, waking up Ron and the entire household.
They heard a door being shut down loudly downstairs.
Elisa’s eyes bolted to the clock as the second hand struck 12.
“IT’S TIME!!!” she gasped.
She stumbled out of her desk, chair rolling out from beneath her as she caught her balance. The heels of her pumps clapped on the ground as she walked briskly to the intern’s desk.
She got there without warning – and aggressively swept a flurry of pages off his table and snatched the computer keyboard.
“My algorithms!” the intern exclaimed.
“No one cares about your algorithms right now!” Elisa retorted, fingers typing vigorously. She needed this computer. It was the only one that connected to the big screen in the office, mostly used to display equations and aircraft components. But not today. Not at this hour.
She pulled up the internet – specifically, a Twitter page. Her coworkers looked up from their computers. She knew she was making a scene. She didn’t care.
“Where is it?!” she exclaimed. She checked the clock. “It’s the right time!”
She hit refresh. And then, the flurry of tweets. And there it was.
“OKAY EVERYONE!!!” she squealed. “Here it is!!!”
She hit play. And watched. Staring intently. Fiddling with the button on her shirt – a flowwy purple blouse she wore just for today.
She hadn’t heard the song in its entirety before. Patrick wouldn’t let her. She hacked into his files once but only found bits and pieces. A drum loop here. a whizzing sound there. A random, distorted, single guitar strum that sounded pretty cool. Finally, she could hear it all.
Then the song ended.
She knew her coworkers didn’t like it. She could feel their hate. She didn’t care.
“He did good, E!” one voice called out, insincerely.
Elisa smiled. “Yes, he did,” she said, as she picked up the intern’s pages and placed them neatly back on his desk. She inhaled and exhaled, “Carry on,” and gracefully walked back to her desk.
She slipped out her phone to text her husband: SO. GOOD. Love you!!
Arriving home, Elisa giddily jumbled her keys to open the house. She couldn’t wait to see them. Thankfully the nanny was able to stay for a few hours in the morning while Patrick was out doing interviews. By noon, he was home in time to eat lunch with the boys. Elisa’s heart could only swell at the thought of all her blessings.
Her boys. She saw the three of them instantly as soon as she opened the door.
“Ahhhh!” she squealed excitedly, showering them with kisses. She placed both hands on her husband’s shoulders. “Patrick!!” she gushed, staring at him with equally bright eyes. “The song is SO GOOD! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”
She wrapped her arms around him – and their younger son, who was in his arms. Patrick blushed. “Thank you, thank you,” he smiled.
“We need to celebrate!” Elisa said. “We need to celebrate your birthday! What do you want to do?”
“Uhh…” Patrick replied. “How about we…watch movies? At home?”
Elisa frowned. “Come on, Daddy. It’s your birthday. I wanted to take you out for Indian food.”
“Ooh,” Patrick perked. “Indian food sounds good. How about Indian food…and then go home and watch movies?”
Elisa sighed, smiling. “Fine. Sounds like a plan.” She looked down at Declan. “Come on! Let’s go get dressed!” she said, taking him by the hand and leading him to the room.
Patrick could hear her in the distance – “Did you hear Daddy’s song? Did you like it? Wasn’t it so good?” – and it made him smile.