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Is any among you afflicted? let him pray. Is any merry? let him sing psalms. [James 5:13]
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Idk if it's normal or not I'm just surprised where I live we eat eggs by scooping it up with bits of bread or putting it in a sandwich depending on the type
Just now discovering that apparently in the west people eat eggs with a fork
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Just now discovering that apparently in the west people eat eggs with a fork
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the necklace exchange has to be one of my favorite scenes in the show. because in the books. annabeth gives percy her necklace to symbolize that she'll fight beside him in the face of adversity. when he's about to fight ares. but in the tv series. ares was never the real threat. percy whooped his ass in two seconds flat. the real threat was zeus. zeus is at the head of the neglectful system of which the gods use their children's as pawns to do their bidding. and when percy compared him to a monster. something he has to dismantle or dethrone to survive. he is essentially setting a death sentence in motion. and annabeth. who has blindly followed in the gods footsteps since she was seven. who has done everything they've ever asked. who perceives her value as a person based solely on the gods approval. understood that. and to go from blindly following the gods into to battle. to figuratively fighting alongside percy in the face of adversity. is one of the the utmost expressions of faith between these two thus far. and i love it so much.
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Help I just listened to the Underworld Saga and I WAS NOT EMOTIONALLY PREPARED FPR THAT
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Yup. Definitely too much fun
#Writing excerpt#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#funny#Greek mythology#greek mythology au#Artemis#Apollo#Hermes#Shen#shenanigans
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Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.
[Matthew 7:1-2 ]
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Hey! I'm having a Bad Day!!! And I deal with my Bad Days by SCREAMING POSITIVITY AT THE INTERNET!!! And also by swearing.
Buckle up bitches, y'all gonna get called the fuck out right now!
IDIOT WRITER WHO THINKS THEIR WRITING IS BAD: Who the h e double FUCK do you think you are, huh? I ain't never read writing that weren't good (why the sudden accent I do not know) because writing comes from the soul and the soul is inherently beautiful and YOU, dumb-dumb, are NOT THE EXCEPTION TO THIS RULE. Your writing is GOOD and you are a BEAUTIFUL PERSON.
ASSHOLE WHO SAYS THEY AREN'T BEAUTIFUL: How fUcking dare u. You are unique, and uniqueness is beautiful. I am beautiful. You are beautiful. The weirdo who lives 3 doors down from you and survives purely off wotsits and Good Vibes is beautiful. I don't make the rules.
PERSON WHO ISN'T AWESOME: I ain't never met a human whose soul wasn't so bright it immediately burned off my factor 50 sun cream. People are AWESOME and you are NOT special enough to be the exception to this rule. You are awesome. No take backsies.
Drink water you chaotic bastards, and stay fucking safe.
Peace out.
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Don't mind me, just thinking about how in the DC universe, cannonically, aliens, wizards, Greek mythology and Santa Claus are all not-so-peacefully-co-existing.
#And then there's all the talking animals#Don't get me STARTED on whatever is going on down in Gotham that place is Weird#Dc#dc comics
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I am having way too much fun with this
#writing#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing funny#greek myths#Greek mythology#greek gods#ares greek god#the fates#hermes deity
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So when are we getting a “Hunters of Artemis” book uncle Rick?
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Should we get a Hunters of Artemis book?
Absolutely! I feel like Rick introduced and established the Hunters of Artemis really well in The Titan's Curse, but didn't expand on it. I'd love to learn more about them as main characters!
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I wish we got Jason being upset or jealous or something of Percy being closer to Thalia than he was. Annabeth too, tbh.
Like, can you imagine what that would have been like. Thalia is the ONLY family Jason really has. Camp Jupiter thinks of him as a soldier. His mom is dead and his dad is Zeus.
And he barely has any relationship with her!! He didn't even know she existed for most of his life and then they finally found each other but they had to split up after just a few hours and only saw each other a couple of times after that! Meanwhile Percy has gone on multiple quests with her and got to spend around a year with her and they were already pretty close at the start of TTC. Annabeth spent a year on the streets with her and also got to hang out with her pre-TTC to the point where Percy was competing with Thalia to be Annabeth's best friend (albeit one sided) And then there was Luke and Nico and the hunters of Artemis and even Reyna.
Just. Idk. Give me Jason wishing he could have that with Thalia.
#percy jackson#pjo#Jason Grace#jason grace deserved better#hoo#the heroes of olympus#pjo hoo toa#heroes of olympus#Thalia Grace#annabeth chase#Jason vs Percy#pjo headcanon
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Picturing Damian and Jon having to talk about something while they walk, and Dami just wordlessly linking arms, and Jon's so confused?? Because for Arabs it is physically impossible to talk to someone while walking without linking arms because it helps keep in time with each other so Dami doesn't even realise it's weird from Jon's pov
#damian wayne#damian al ghul#damian and jon#damian al ghul wayne#Dc#dc comics#damian wayne headcanon
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For the meme - is 2 and tim and jason, or tim and bruce ok? Also - your rules aren't mean, people are just dumb about paying attention.
2: Sleepy
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Jason is scowling in the Manor’s kitchen. It’s a bit after 8am, which is practically the middle of the night for people of the vigilante persuasion. Alfred is away for another few nights, and somehow, Jason had found himself babysitting the kitchen-illiterate members of his family. He can’t remember agreeing to do it, but then, that’s how these things happen with Alfred.
And, there’s the small matter of his apartment sort-of burning down last week.
So. He’s here.
He’s contemplating making an omelet, figuring someone’ll stir eventually, when he feels something small collide with his side. And latch on.
He can feel bony fingers digging into his sides, the ruffle of breath against his shirt.
Jason very carefully shifts his arm. Peers down.
And. The figure is so dwarfed by oversized clothing that Jason’s immediate instinct is to think it’s Damian. But that kid’s hair is not long enough to achieve the seriously impressive bed-head-bird’s-nest currently smushed into his torso.
Slowly, Jason reaches his hand down. He bravely touches it, smoothing its tangled hair away from what is probably a face.
And Tim Drake blinks owlishly up at him from under his own hand, sleepy blue eyes and an open mouth. After a moment, he mumbles, “Y’re not Bruce.”
Jason says, “No shit.”
Tim drops his arms. Looking only very faintly put out, but mostly just asleep.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to go ‘round hugging psychotic killers?” Jason says, because he really doesn’t know how to play this one.
At that, the kid frowns a little deeper, eyes still half-lidded. And he steps (stumbles) forward, fitting himself effortlessly against Jason’s side again. And he says, “You w’re Robin.”
Like that’s everything.
And Tim squeezes tighter, fingers probably leaving fuckin’ bruises, and Jason just waits. Tim Drake, the boy who is prickly on a good day, who grimaces his way through Dick-Grayson hugs, who maintains an awkward, professional distance from Alfred, is hugging him. Like he means it.
So what can Jay do? Except raise an awkward hand to rest on the babybird’s back, against his sleep-warm ‘The Breakfast Club’ t-shirt. He says, eventually, “You have met the latest Robin, right?” and the little shit shushes him, in a mumble, from where his face is hidden.
Feeling oddly… fond, Jason just laughs. Ruffles Tim’s stupid-messy hair with his spare hand, mostly to see what he’ll do. (The answer: Nothing at all.)
And he’s still coming to terms with the oddness of this situation, the unfamiliar warmth-and-soap-and-firmness that is a hug from Tim Drake, when he hears someone at the doorway. He half-turns, mouth open–
“B.” Tim says. And that’s all. He’s long gone from Jason’s side (and when did that happen—), when Bruce meets him halfway.
The man’s in a henley and a pair of sweats, hair loose and feet bare. He’s also wearing a soft smile, and apparently, the clingiest ever barnacle that’s his third son.
“Fickle little…”
Bruce smiles at him, over Tim’s head. He looks down, then, arms coming up to return the boy’s squeezing hug. He says, “Good morning, Tim. Sleep okay?”
“Mgmmf.”
The man nods, quite seriously, as though it wasn’t nonsense. Then, warmly, “Good morning, Jay. I see you’ve met pre-coffee Tim.”
Jason feels his eyebrows hit his hairline. He says disbelievingly, “This isn’t… unusual?”
Bruce considers the question, a large hand absently petting Tim’s back. “He’s been doing it since I adopted him,” he says, after a moment. And, thoughtfully, to himself, “He used to thank me every morning…” He doesn’t even slightly relinquish his hold on the Replacement — if anything, he squeezes tighter — but he does steer them both closer to the counter.
On their way, Bruce ducks his head slightly, to kiss Jason’s temple. Then he continues forward, saying, “Well, it seems you’re part of a very selective group now, Jason.”
“… Uh?”
“Tim’s hug beneficiaries,” Bruce clarifies, smiling, pouring himself a coffee. He is apparently an expert at manoeuvring around the lump of Tim.
He takes a long sip, absently fixing the kid’s hair with his other hand.
And Jason blinks, his eyes closed for less than a second, but somehow, when he opens them, Tim’s got Bruce’s coffee gripped in both hands and is sleepily making his way over to the empty table.
There is a long moment of silence.
“Did Tim just steal your coffee.”
Bruce considers this for a beat. “To the untrained eye,” he concedes, “It might appear that way." and Jason. Well. He figures breakfast can wait, until he’s got his breath back from laughter.
END.
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