congrats on making it to the weekend!! after a long week i’m always in the mood for hurt/comfort, so maybe some hurt/comfort lawlight? feel free to disregard if this isn’t the vibe you’re looking for!
in honor of donald sutherland i will say the first time i watched mash ( 1970 ) it was on my church choir bus on a trip to go sing at a church service … i was thirteen and infiltrating that jesus space with a very ungodly movie so . i think that’s the way mr sutherland would’ve wanted it
Hey guys so today very normal things were occuring.
I was at school. Was being silly, being fun. Had actually kind of a mid day, BUT! the highlight was that I got to write ab Marble Hornets and specifically Troy Wagner for an assignment!! It was so great and awesome because I love talking about my interests ofc.
Then, I got home, tired, but not that bad. And i worked on an OC mini comic me and my friend are making, and I was talking to said friend when I just randomly decided to check my art account on Instagram and-
feeling very normal just got sucker-punched with the realization that grover was the protector assigned to BOTH of the demigods on the master bolt quest. and that he definitely has a sense that he failed them both. and that he probably views the quest as an opportunity to redeem himself. and that he told percy that his mom is alive because he couldn't change thalia's fate but maybe he can change sally jackson's and stop feeling like he failed the kid he's spent the whole past year befriending and protecting and maybe if he proves he can save someone then annabeth will forgive him ((a grudge she never held in the first place)) for failing thalia anyway like i said completely normal nothing to see here
I'm working on my final assignment for class, and it's an excerpt from a larger work whose synopsis I had to submit for an earlier project. I'm having such fun with the Arthuriana aspects of it, honestly.
My main character is a seventeen year old girl on the outs with her ex boyfriend who did something pretty mean to her, and for reasons I won't go into here, Lancelot is one of her key confidants. He's a paragon of chivalry and knightly virtue, and she's like "ugh he does NOT understand Snapchat," but she values his insight (at least in part because he's hot) so she's like: "I think I really shouldn't have summoned Sir Gawaine to break [ex boyfriend's] nose, because I have power and he doesn't, and it's like Spiderman's always saying, with great power comes great responsibility. And Sir Gawaine always wants to break someone's nose!"
And Lancelot leans in so seriously, and he takes her hand, all soft and intent, and he's like: "Brittany. You are a very gentle young lady and you're scared of violence. That speaks well of your character. But I want you to know: you can still have him slain for this insult. It's not yet too late."
Lancelot's got that real, uh, real old world charisma, you know.
Its so amazing the little moments that impact your life. My high school did Poetry Out Loud when I was a junior - a very painfully shy, weird, quiet student who read books and didn't really have friends. I was always good at memorization and, as a student who thrived on perfection, I searched for hours on the website for the perfect poem.
In the end, I chose one that now isn't one I've kept up with but sometimes bits of the dialogue come to me even though its been over a decade since then. I won my class's competition but refused to go in front of the school (due to aforementioned shyness). So it didn't help my public speaking skills but it did give me a life long love of poetry. I've now memorized dozens of poems. I have stacks of poetry books on my shelf. I have poems hanging on my walls and tattooed on my skin.
Just, idk, there's something so special about how certain things come your way out of the blue and turn into something that becomes a part of you. Ordinary events stitching together parts of your soul.