#for 19:

[mediumgayitalian]

4 and 19 for the fic writer asks!!!!! <3

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

uhhh what havent i outlined and left hanging. lol. but i can tell you guys about the OTHER hades & persephone au i came up with??? i come up with a lot of things lol. and you can tell im in a mood. ACTUALLY NO ill share this really heinous and evil fic outline i have immediately post titan war:

- okay. - so. - after the battle of manhattan there were injured. there were their injured, dryad injured, and luke injured. - and the apollo cabin had been whittled down to one. - will was twelve years old. he had the making of a great healer but there was literally only so much his physical body could take — healing annabeth drained the verve from his body; by the time kronos was defeated will had done the same so many more times there was nothing left in his body. and even then he had to find more to give. - but there is a limit. - there comes a point in the days of recovery where will physically cannot move forward. he drops where he is, throwing up the nothing in his stomach, skin blistering. he’s close to death himself. he will recover, but he has nothing left to give. - chiron, as scared as he was at the start of the war, puts him to rest. he has no healers left. he cannot afford to lose this one: his youngest. - will is sick and delirious and GRIEVING, most of all, he is sick with it. every moment awake is spent sobbing, in pain and in misery. he catches chiron’s hand, half-coherent, as he wheels by; “Shrouds. The shrouds, where are the —” - chiron swallows and points him in the direction of a stack of folded fabric. it is white, and worn; light, oft-repaired linen, thin with use. - old bedsheets. - and will heaves. this cannot he how his siblings are sent away. so with the last of his strength and the light from the moon he drags himself off his bed, crawling to the stack; it is rough, and plain, and he imagines his bright, beautiful siblings shroud in it and cries. he can’t.

- but his hands are shaking. and he can’t see straight. and all he can find is a curved needle and sutures, and he does not know what to do. - so he prays. - he curls against the wood of the nurses station and beds hera, the homemaker, and hades, herder of the dead: he asks for strength, and skill, and the gods take pity on him. quietly strings of deep blue light and copper tendrils wrap around will’s arms, around his fingers. he picks up the needle and drags the first shroud off the pile, exhaling, mind numbing, and sews. the tendrils of light glow gentle and cooling, like faucet water, and for hours he sits, and embroiders. his hands move quickly and carefully and by the time the weeping sun rises again in the morning, nine shrouds line up end to end across the creaking wooden floorboards, stretching shining skies of blue, golden swirls of sunlight and clouds in thread as gold as the stars. chiron comes in exhausted himself and has to steady himself: will, half-conscious, fingers pricked and bleeding, work of the gods in his hands. - chiron gathers them. quietly. apollo’s children are wrapped with the utmost care, one after the other: when they are burned it smells of hyacinth, of laurels. will drags himself from his bed and watches from the door of the infirmary, sobbing.

- when the embers cool there is thread, among the coal. gold, like the sun, and black, like the ashes that remained. - later he sits with his friends. and they are complaining about the gods, about hera, who has ruined their lives. and will is quiet. and they ask, and he says, softer than sunrise: i will owe her as long as i live. as will i the lord of the dead. without their strength i would have had no dignity to send my siblings away. - anyways

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

jaunita's bar in nashville. for the road trip fic. it made me cry, actually. i am being so careful to be true to reality that it is kind of slowing my writing process. but thats okay. 

writing ask game

[victusinveritas]

It's almost like something happened in 2020-now that is causing these problems.

[orchidbutch]

Hi everyone, I wanted to share some promising developments about a nasal COVID-19 vaccine:

"THIS IS HUGE! Researchers have developed a nasal COVID-19 vaccine that BLOCKS transmission of the virus. This suggests vaccines delivered directly to the nose or mouth could play a CRITICAL role in containing the spread of respiratory infections. Phase I clinical trials HAVE BEEN APPROVED!"

Link to said study:

Link to thread on Bluesky: /profile/sailorrooscout.bsky.social/post/3kyoj6hgihr2v

[covid-safer-hotties]

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

as an aroace person with limited sexual experience, no interest in watching porn, and poor sex ed as a teen, there IS something simultaneously funny and vaguely tragic about being 28 adult years old and realising how extremely tiny your frame of reference is for genitalia and deciding you should expand this to better understand bodies (yours and others). and then you're just there like "okay so what the fuck do I even google right now, anyway"

[sendme-2hell]

It’s always “phones are ruining our brains” and never “the virus known for post-viral cognitive decline, which causes short term memory loss, brain fog, and decreased spatial reasoning, that we let run rampant through our communities for years is ruining our brains”

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[inthedarktrees]

Sherilyn Fenn, David Duchovny & Kyle MacLachlan | Twin Peaks

[boyquet]

I just want to remind people that it’s 2024 and we didn’t “go thru a pandemic” we are “going thru a pandemic” present tense. It is still happening. People are still get sick, still becoming disabled, and still dying. Covid hasn’t gone away and I beg people to not normalize getting sick with it.

[glitter-stained]

Random goon: Hey boss, were you the one to pick that name as an alias? And why this one?

Red Hood : I used to have another name, before... A long time ago. But that person is dead now. I get to choose for myself now, they can't take that from me. I won't let them.

Goon: Huh.

***

Random Goon: Say boss, why do you never take off your shirt in front of us?

Red Hood: Well uh, I actually have that really fucked scar on my chest and I'm not comfortable with...

Random Goon: Don't worry boss, we get it, you don't have to explain yourself to us.

***

Red Hood, high on some toxin: God, I wish my family...

Random Goon (on boss-sitting duty): why not try reaching out to them?

Red Hood: They would never accept me as I am now... They wouldn't agree with my so-called "life choices". Besides, they don't miss me, they miss the person they think I used to be... I wasn't even a man when I last saw them.

Random Goon: Damn boss, that sucks.

***

And then the goons throw the Red Hood a party on trans visibility day and Jason is so confused he straight up cries.

[stephenist]

Source

CDC Wastewater Viral Activity Monitoring

BreatheTeq

[valtsv]

any and all "fandom drama" that isn't actually interpersonal ideological conflict filtered through the lens of guy from shows is completely unserious if you take even a moment to zoom out. like we are straight up playing with our toys WHAT is there to get mad about.

[covid-safer-hotties]

"Just a cold" that puts holes in your mitochondria doctor's can't see.

[claudiatieno]

Not mine, credit to @audhdwithzoe on tiktok!

[wysteribun]

got irl jumpscared while boothing