#lukebeth

[rosesradio]

how it feels to write...

valdangelo: i'm in my friend's gaming room, and they just pulled out a huge box of snacks i'm not allowed to have at home. super smash bros is cued up on the wii. it's 2013, and nothing bad has happened yet.

jercy: i'm sitting in a field at my old high school, the air cool and refreshing as i crack open a new queer romance i requested the library to order. some people are playing football in the distance, though i couldn't tell you who's winning or what's going on. it's a spirit week day, and i'm allowed to wear a hat.

lukercy: i'm in the club when i shouldn't be. i have plans the next day, though maybe i should forget about them. there's someone speaking to me, their voice warm and low. i don't know their name and don't care to know. i can only look at their lips.

valgrace: i'm with an old boyfriend in his shoebox apartment, talking for hours until we realize it's way past the time i should be home. it doesn't matter. his bed is warm and time stands still as i am, for a fleeting moment, understood.

lukethan: i am crawling through a haunted maze that the church put together, my heart pounding. i'm not sure why i'm so scared; my parents said everything would be okay. the money is for a good cause. it's dark, and i can only hear my own shallow breathing. a warm hand latches out like a python, grasping my ankle.

jasico: i'm weaving through the trees at girl scout camp. after the third time walking through the poison ivy fields, i have no rash; perhaps i am immune, perhaps i am a superhero. there is a large cement box in the center of a field, some sort of industrial project i do not yet understand. inside there is a deep, empty blackness. it calls out to me. i should jump in.

lukabeth: i am at a party at my friend's house, playing a game one of them found online. hands wrap around my throat, pressing me to the bedroom door. i black out, dreaming in shades of yellow. in the dream, i'm yelling at my sister, crying to her. i am ignored. i wake up, gripping the carpet with sweaty hands. a strange man comforts me, telling me i shouldn't have played such a stupid game. his breath smells of alcohol. there are no sober adults in the house.

x readers: i am in an auditorium, putting on a play like i used to as a kid. much like the stress dreams, i have over forty lines and didn't crack open the script. i manage, and i look out, and i wait. the lights don't blind me this time. i can see everyone in the audience. they wear masks and clap politely. the sound is muffled, fading into silence like tv static. their eyes are expectant once more.

[kalioam]

missing lukebeth siblings so much. The way he talked about her to percy at camp. "like a sister" please i miss them so much 💔💔

dont even get me started on the hurt on annabeth's face seeing what went down with luke and percy. and the guilt he had all over his face 😞 i will never get over that.

forever a leahbeth and charliecastellan truther, you cant tell me this isnt her biological found family brother

[seaweedkingdomsposts-blog]

só gostaria de lembrar que May Castellan continua em sua cozinha fazendo sanduíches para seu filho que nunca vai voltar

Boa Noite

[indie-riordanverse]

People I can’t stand:

-woman romanticising Nico di Angelo, Like honey he Gay

-people who ship lukebeth, pernico, perachel, or other ships that break up percabeth or solangelo

-people who ship nicoxhazel, you are just sick, I mean Nico’s gay, and thats part of it but the worst part.. THEY ARE BROTHER AND SISTER THATS JUST SICK.

-people who romanticise minors, like people over 18 romantisising hp charachters, or the people who will romantisise pjo charachters when the adaptation comes out.

[mylifeispercyjackson-blog]

Words fall through me and always fool me and I can't react. Games that never amount to more than they're meant will play themselves out. Falling slowly, eyes that know me and I can't go back. 

Because I remember having a conversation before and she was upset because she thought she was the only one who shipped AnnaLuke and also something about how AnnaLuke doesn't have a tag, so I made this for her.I seemed to have lost the conversation somewhere in my site, but nonetheless, I still remember it. :)

[rosesradio]

Lukebeth au where Percy is jealous of Luke and Annabeth and wants Annabeth to himself, so he writes ananbeth letters or just leaves notes or whatever pretending to be from Luke and acting all toxic and horrible to get Annabeth to hate luke, but Annabeth is secretly into it and it makes her like luke more

no because the way my jaw Dropped?? bros cooking

percy thinking up all these dark, lustful things to “get into luke’s head” but it’s kinda subconsciously his own desires he’s not ready to confront yet?? very compelling

[frostyblustar]

Percico: Walking along the shoreline at night, anxiously using the flashlight on my phone trying to make sure I don’t trip over something in the sand. The moon doesn’t provide enough light from behind the clouds, but you can make your own.

how it feels to write...

valdangelo: i'm in my friend's gaming room, and they just pulled out a huge box of snacks i'm not allowed to have at home. super smash bros is cued up on the wii. it's 2013, and nothing bad has happened yet.

jercy: i'm sitting in a field at my old high school, the air cool and refreshing as i crack open a new queer romance i requested the library to order. some people are playing football in the distance, though i couldn't tell you who's winning or what's going on. it's a spirit week day, and i'm allowed to wear a hat.

lukercy: i'm in the club when i shouldn't be. i have plans the next day, though maybe i should forget about them. there's someone speaking to me, their voice warm and low. i don't know their name and don't care to know. i can only look at their lips.

valgrace: i'm with an old boyfriend in his shoebox apartment, talking for hours until we realize it's way past the time i should be home. it doesn't matter. his bed is warm and time stands still as i am, for a fleeting moment, understood.

lukethan: i am crawling through a haunted maze that the church put together, my heart pounding. i'm not sure why i'm so scared; my parents said everything would be okay. the money is for a good cause. it's dark, and i can only hear my own shallow breathing. a warm hand latches out like a python, grasping my ankle.

jasico: i'm weaving through the trees at girl scout camp. after the third time walking through the poison ivy fields, i have no rash; perhaps i am immune, perhaps i am a superhero. there is a large cement box in the center of a field, some sort of industrial project i do not yet understand. inside there is a deep, empty blackness. it calls out to me. i should jump in.

lukabeth: i am at a party at my friend's house, playing a game one of them found online. hands wrap around my throat, pressing me to the bedroom door. i black out, dreaming in shades of yellow. in the dream, i'm yelling at my sister, crying to her. i am ignored. i wake up, gripping the carpet with sweaty hands. a strange man comforts me, telling me i shouldn't have played such a stupid game. his breath smells of alcohol. there are no sober adults in the house.

x readers: i am in an auditorium, putting on a play like i used to as a kid. much like the stress dreams, i have over forty lines and didn't crack open the script. i manage, and i look out, and i wait. the lights don't blind me this time. i can see everyone in the audience. they wear masks and clap politely. the sound is muffled, fading into silence like tv static. their eyes are expectant once more.