CAN SOMEONE PLEASE INFORM ME OF THE SHIP NAME FOR KAYLA KNOWLES / NYSSA BARRERA??

ao3 turns 15 today

reblog if youre older than ao3

(there's a lot of people asking about this, but the legal age to use social media is 13, except in few countries. so yes, there are people here under 15)

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

Lee does not immediately suspect something when he hears screaming.

That's his bad.

He will make it abundantly clear in his defense that the core value of this camp is violence. That is It. Not safety, not training, not worship or hard work or discipline or anything. It's violence. Didn't get the last croissant at breakfast? Violence. Someone used up all the hot water? Violence. Someone got in close to your face and insulted your dead mother? Violence. Can't decide whose nail polish colour is more well suited to their outfit?

You guessed it.

Violence.

His cabin is not immune. In fact, the Apollo cabin may be technically from some perspectives worse than every other. It is a little known fact that the solid gold walls of hubris are, in fact, sound proofed, and yet the midnight trombone continues to echo gently and unkindly over the midnight breeze. So when he hears, one beautiful and sunny July afternoon, intense, bloodcurdling screaming echoing from his very place of residence, he thinks: ah. Someone has once again used Leanna's sheet music practice and she is responding with brute force. Good for her.

But then, of course, the screaming pitches up high enough that four windows shatter and his hearing starts to go, and he thinks, again, ah. And then immediately begins to sprint.

"Whatever you're doing, cut it the fuck out," he barks, sprinting up the porch, and then very quickly turns to the side to wheeze silently. "Leave him -- oh, for the love of the gods."

Fortunately, his youngest brother is not being teased or tortured or in any other such way bothered. Technically. Unfortunately, the brother who he should have been more concerned about is pinning said baby brother to the floor, needles shining in hand, shrieking, "Sit still! Sit still! I swear to the muses, asswipe, sit still or I am going to end up impaling your brain!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts --"

"I have not fucking done it yet!"

"Michael," Lee says, dragging a hand down his face, "watch your fucking language."

Michael bares his teeth. "He pestered me for twelve fucking days, Lee. He is getting his ears pierced or I am going to pierce him between the eyes from a hundred fucking feet."

"He's torturing me!" Will hollers, straining away. "He's -- sticking me like a pin cushion --"

"That is how piercing works you little shit --"

"I'm reporting you to child services!"

"Good! Call 'em now! It'll take them half a fuckin' hour to get here, I'll have lots of time to kick your ass!"

On one hand, Lee is Practically and Adult. He is seventeen whole years old. He can vote, if he chooses to break the law. Hell, in some countries he's legally allowed to kill people with no consequences.

"None of that is true," says Diana from her bunk, flipping a page in her magazine.

On the other hand, it is a truly beautiful day. He could just...leave. He could take a walk along the beautiful shoreline and reflect upon the days when he was an only child of a neglectful mother, blissfully lonely and unbothered. Oh, those were the days.

"Hold still!"

On the mysterious third hand, it is really kind of funny to watch Michael wrestle with a nine-year-old and lose.

"Move over," Lee says, walking over to his sister's bunk. She does, giving him approximately one square millimeter of space. Wow. She's feeling generous today. "Wager?"

"Twenty-six minutes at minimum," Diana says. She pats around until her hand hits maybe the massivest bag of sour gummi worms Lee has ever seen, shoving at least nine in her mouth at once. "And its uneven."

Lee reaches for a gummi worm. She kicks him in the spleen. He pulls his hand away.

"I'll take that. He's getting some leverage, I think he'll get them pierced in twenty-four."

"You're on."

They shake, then settle into observe. Diana passes him a set of rubber ear plugs, which he gratefully accepts just before Will screeches so loudly Michael's ear drums genuinely begin to bleed. At least he got closer, this time.

(It takes Michael thirty-two minutes and he somehow manages to pierce one ear twice. Lee accepts his gummi-worm winnings with grace and integrity and anything Diana claims otherwise is because she is a bitter sore loser who likes to start rumours and discredit his good name.)

(Obviously.)

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based on this and this drawing by @cometjuice

more cabin 7

KITTY KITTY KITTY

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Christopher "Kit" Herondale/Tiberius "Ty" Blackthorn- The Dark Artifices by Cassandra Clare

Eric “Bitty” Bittle/Jack Zimmermann- Check, Please! by Ngozi Ukazu

random life question but does anyone know what tf I do with my lil brother (teenage) bc he's depressed bc none of his friends are free today and let's be honest they're all either boring as fuck or just play video games all the time (which he's not into so much) so I'm trying to think up things to do with him and coming up blank

the life of an older sister smh

@pain-is-too-tired I might be taking you up on that at some point :D

I have no experience 😅 Google is my saviour

*deep sigh*

*walks into the room*

*sits at the table*

*slams hands on the table*

I need opinions

okay that was slightly more dramatic that necessary but I need serious opinions because I'm stuck and conflicted.

👍🏻

so! I am currently in the middle of writing a Michael Yew fic (surprise surprise) with large elements of Masonyew (surprise surprise it's like 90% of the content and they're nowhere near being together yet) and it's basically a very long fic that starts when Michael gets to camp at nine years old (my headcanon) and ends a few years after he comes back to life in some of my Michael Yew lives aus

right

that's the backstory

yes, that is a very long fic idea but I have it planned out and even though I'm only a minor section of the way thru I have hit a hurdle

here is where I need opinions

so, I may or may not have had a really weird idea and went

what if I made Michael type one diabetic and added that to his six mile long list of problems already, simply for character development

because I'm nice like that

so I'm currently warring with myself over whether or not to go thru with it because, I'm gonna be honest, I am not diabetic, nor do I know anyone who is diabetic, so all of my info has been researched heavily, but it's kinda in the name of diversifying camp half blood even more, because why not?

however, I'm not sure if by doing so I might be messing with his character a bit and maybe taking it too far, so I'm just gonna go ahead and go I need help

so, let's poll it

honesty is appreciated, if you hate the idea, please tell me

just try not to openly insult me, that would be appreciated

waitt no pressure but

what if you drew the chaotic trio (will, lou ellen, and cecil)

i just think they would look so freaking awesome in your style

and what if i did

also i love the idea of lou ellen with bantu knots.

no, cecil and will did not dress themselves, lou was the genius behind their outfits. if left to their own devices, cecil would have gone to the mall dressed like the chosen (katana included) and will would look like a hibiscus bush threw up all over a suburban father.

🦀 Kudos Crab 🦀

If you are scrolling and see Kudos Crab, your fics will be blessed!

You will get good comments and kudos!

You will beat your writers block!

GO AND WRITE!

 When Jason Grace wakes up, he's surrounded by friends. He's holding hands with a beautiful girl who says that they're in love, and there’s a boy with a wild grin who says they’re best friends. Jason doesn’t know what’s going on, but he knows he's surrounded by people who care for him and want to help him.

When Percy Jackson wakes up, he's almost completely alone. His only connection is a wolf that seems to be judging his every move as it decides his worth. He's fighting for his life and desperately searching to find a place that would take him in and accept him.

When Jason and Percy were switched, they didn't just have their physical selves swapped. They had their lives swapped. Jason got to believe that someone loved him, and Percy got to experience what it was like to have no one.

thanks! <333

Last song listened to: Phobia by Nothing but Thieves

Favourite colour: Light blue

Last book: Lady midnight by Cassandra Clare

Last movie: Lord of the rings the twin towers? I think?

Last TV show: Fuck knows, I don't watch TV in general :D

sweet/spicy/savoury: Sweet all the way. my spice tolerance is negative 6

Last google: 'dwarf mongoose'

my friend said i gave off that vibe okay, I had to search it 😭

they r quite cute btw, it is not a wasted search :)

Relationship status: single :(

Obsessions: oh boy here we go:

Masonyew. cabin seven. Michael Yew in general. my six wips that are equally unfinished but I have so many thoughts about them taking up space in my head. Lee Fletcher. leeluke actually, I may be a Lee/Castor shipper but leeluke is quite appealing too. kit/Ty from the Shadowhunters universe. my own actual novels that I'm writing that are nowhere near finishing but hey at least I'm trying to do something with my life 🤷🏻‍♀️

it's a miracle I'm still living a functioning life and managing to study for my GCSE's with all this crap in my head fml

Looking forwards to: tbh I just want to sleep in tmmr and bake some Christmas themed shit. other than that, seeing my grandparents at Christmas :)

Tags: @bowsinhair @the1astolympian @fel1ra no pressure!

plus anyone else who wants to join :D

Ten People I'd Like to Know Tag: tagged by @retradwife ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡

Last song: bambi by aziya...

Favorite color: refused to have one since i watched ex machina

Last book: Backup and Recovery: Inexpensive Backup Solutions for Open Systems

Last movie: ...fight club for the millionth time

Last TV show: the first few episodes of how to get away with murder a month or so ago

Sweet/spicy/savory: savory

Relationship status: forever alone

Last thing I Googled: norway prison food (i'm so fucking jealous)

Current obsession(s): true crime and tumblr girls and being normal

Looking forward to: being an aunt :p

Tagging: @irkutskmmaniacs @bbbbasenji @rh1nest0neluvvsu @eloras-account @dread-and-despair-dyke @rivetsiege @bethelgirl @au-hemeanssomething @anthraxoddity @harvonite and anyone else i've ever interacted with ever