Turnsgiving 2022: Day 1
Sweet Andre’s Ghost
…And God help her, his voice was wonderful. Deep and rich like fresh honey, dripping down towards her like a song, a poem.
“Good evening,” she said shakily, forgetting that she wanted to sound calm. She bowed her head.
“I believe you dropped something.”
Oh. The basket and the apples and her hoop and her book were still on the ground beside her. She slightly lowered herself, reaching for everything with one hand. He didn’t help her the way a gentleman should’ve. He stayed on his mount, imperiously looking ahead, as if waiting for her to leave.
Foolishly, she couldn’t bring herself to.
“What is your name, Miss?” He asked.
Don’t tell him.
Every man in town knew her father, so why wouldn’t he? What if she did and he picked her up and dragged her back to the British camp, held her for ransom? What if he had men waiting in the woods to snatch her or to-
“Beatrice,” she answered suddenly, compelled, “Beatrice Tanner, sir.” Her full, Christian name.
“Are you from Tappan, or Tarrytown?”
His voice didn’t carry any integrative or curious tone- he simply spoke.
“Tappan, sir,” she said, “though this is the road out of town.” She cocked her head in the other direction, “Tarrytown is across the Hudson.”
He nodded, sighing, “Ah, yes, of course.”
“I have lived here all my life. I’m seventeen.” She felt a biting need to tell him anything that came to her, as if she were never going to speak again.
He didn’t respond.
The wind passed them by in a minute’s silence.
“And who are you, sir?” She turned upwards at him.
He pulled his steady gaze away from her and looked at both sides of the treelines before he answered. She swore she saw him tense, hard lines drawn on his beautiful, new features, a flash of something in his eyes- uncertainty. Fear. Her heartbeat picked up.
“I am a Major in His Majesty’s Army.”
What did a rank mean compared to a name?
Was it all she needed to know?
It should be, Beatrice.
She turned an inch, the basket crooked in her arm, her heart still racing. “Good evening, then, Major-”
“Wait-“ The British soldiers she heard of would have screamed and commanded her, but the Major’s voice was an instant, hollow breath. “I require your assistance, please.” His eyes still held onto the uncertainty. It was the only expression.
“Yes, Major?” She straightened.
“Do you know the way to Philadelphia?”
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something i feel like we don’t talk about nearly enough is the fact that percy is healed by water.
it’s so normal to us because it’s one of the first abilities we discovered he has. and it makes complete sense. but like… he’s the only demigod with that ability. jason doesn’t get healed by a gust of wind. hazel doesn’t get healed if she touches a diamond. nico doesn’t get healed if a skeleton gives him a hug. annabeth doesn’t get healed if she walks into a library.
like percy could be stabbed in the chest multiple times, he could break every bone in his body, he could be slammed in the head resulting in a crushed skull and hemorrhaging, but get him to some water fast enough and not only is he good as new in no time, but he’s stronger and freshly rejuvenated.
it’s insane when you think about it. no one else can do that. do you know how hard it is to kill percy? even if he’s not near the ocean, he can be healed by rivers and lakes and streams and ponds and all sorts of water sources. water recharges him. it makes him immediately stronger.
that’s a huge reason why i argue percy is the most powerful demigod. yes, he’s shown he has incredible super strength and super speed. yes, he’s a legendary sword fighter - arguably the best one alive. yes, he has control over air, land, and sea. (deadly hurricanes with heavy winds and thunder and lighting, huge volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, etc.) yes, he’s capable of mass destruction. yes he can single handlely cause natural disasters and mass casualties. and yes, he’s capable of controlling people’s bodily fluids, including their blood and saliva. he is terrifying
but even if someone manages to beat him, he dips one toe in some water and he’s immediately healed and even stronger than before. whether the injury is internal and external. he’s healed all on his own. no ambrosia or nectar or external remedies necessary.
guys. percy is insane. he’s way overpowered.
and i love it.
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To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:
A post in 2023:
A post in 2014:
A zoom out of the same post:
This is what a community looks like.
See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.
It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.
Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.
If you want more of something, reblog it.
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Literally anyone meeting bruce and his family for the first time: So how did you get so many kids by 30?
Dick: HE WAS A TEENAGE DELINQUENT
Jason: *shouting over him* HE LEFT MY MOTHER AT THE ALTAR
*tim is sitting, just happy to be included*
Bruce: BE-quiet. They're ADOPTED!
Jason: *not a beat missed* Because he’s never known the touch of a woman.
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