percy annabeth and grover but they do the scooby doo door stack thing

would like to confirm that every annabeth chase scene in chalice of the gods is just her being a badass. not even kidding.

some of you need to make your bed and have a shower with a soap that smells nice, and then sit in a chair near the window and have tea with milk and read a hardcover book and see how your creative block is after that tbh.

i'm not saying creative block isn't a real or difficult phenomenon. i'm saying creatives have a tendency to neglect themselves physically and emotionally in favor of manic bursts of productivity. a little softness and clean sheets and a bagel will go a long way. make a playlist and light the fancy candle you've been saving for a special occasion. life is a special occasion.

Always a good reminder.

Fics percolating in my mind include

Open to answering questions/giving snippets/receding feedback and interaction because that might kickstart something in my brain

I love all your fics so much!!! Mel's story seems to have so much potential 😍😍

You promised, seaweed brain. We would not get separated! Ever again!

wip

If We Were Villains, M. L. Rio / The Fall, Alan Foster / Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken / El Prendimiento, Francisco Salzillo y Alcaraz / The Atlas Six, Olivie Blake

Libby and Parisa from The Atlas Six by Olivie Blake ✨🥵

Prints available on INPRNT 

lucie herondale: sorry my grandfather possessed you and made you kill people haha wanna make out

Feeding the chog mob with today’s doodle 🫡

Hope Never Fades

“Haven’t you left yet?” someone asked from behind him. It was Lucie’s father, Mr. Herondale.

The voice didn’t startle Jesse. He was used to people being around him, talking, moving, living. He was always the one observing and listening. He was part of the same reality, but not quite there to be considered a human being. People usually ignored him. Footsteps echoed on the stone roof of the Institute. Even though Jesse knew someone was close, he didn’t bother to turn if not at the last time, when the guest approached him. He wasn’t used to being seen by someone who wasn’t Lucie or Grace, so he glanced at the newcomer with a neutral face. Try to look unbothered.

I love this so much😍😍😍❣

Twitter and tiktok are like a coral reef

It’s loud and bright and productive and glamorous. It’s fast-paced and things cycle through the environment in hours. Everyone is trying to fight for their position in the food chain and stay Relevant. There are lots of pretty things to look at. If something gets Popular it has an impact on everything around it, for a brief time until the next big thing arrives. To an outside observer it’s chaos but to those involved it has order, reason, a Purpose.

Tumblr is like a deep-sea ecosystem.

Things are slow and weird. Memes bounce around for years and even decades. People exist in their little isolated hydrothermal vent communities of mutuals. Sometimes something big happens (suez canal, November 5th, Queen Lizzie kickin’ it) and we all gather around like a whale fall but for the most part we’re just snootling around in the sand doing whatever the fuck. Occasionally someone comes down and shines their flashlight around and immediately leaves and tells their friends about what freaky shit we have going on in the depths. We don’t care. We’re very busy talking about Our Friend Jonathan from a book published in the 1800s like worms slowly digesting the bones of a long-dead organism.

Sometimes you'll be drifting around minding your own business, and something massive and horrible will drift past just out of sight range and you'll know it feom the way the current changes. And you'll be glad it didn't see you.

THE LAST HOURS: idk what is it, I just made it and thought that it looks pretty cool so here you go take it

One of the worst feelings has to be when you finish an amazing book and have no one to talk to about it

controversial opinion:

lucie being a morally gray character was one of the best things to occur in the last hours plot

She's my favourite character I love her so much like she carried the whole book