#take my hand series

[padfoot-lupin77]

To all the new pjo fans that haven’t read the books: hey! I’m sorry if some people here are being rude. Most of us are very excited that you’re joining the fandom! Welcome to the big pjo fandom family. Our number one rule is that we love Sally. You’ll learn the rest along the way. Feel free to ask questions, most fellow fans will be delighted to answer! And don’t believe any spoilers, half of them are lies. Here, have some biscuits 🍪🍪💙

[not-ur-average-anything]

Echo 1x05: Maya | Reservation Dogs 2x09: Offerings

[loveipromiseimnotinsane]

[led-bloody-zeppelin]

decade accurate marauders era wardrobes - james potter

james' is a more stereotypical take on the seventies. i feel like he embodies the common characteristics of this period of fashion, with its exaggerated collars and pant legs, vibrant colors and patterns including paisley print.

paisley print has origins dating back to thousands of years ago from somewhere between modern-day iran and the india-pakistan border. along with indian music, fashion, and hinduism, it gained major popularity during late 60's/early 70's in us and european pop culture due to the quickly growing hippie and psychedelic movements.

although southern asian influence has held a place in european fashion, its mid 20th century renaissance was largely pioneered by the beatles (a band that i think james would've really liked).

indian!james is a popular headcanon so i feel especially inclined to include paisley and other patterns derived from india/southern asia that had influence on british pop fashion as a nod to this interpretation of him.

idk what it is about it but something about sherpa lined denim jackets and just denim in general scream james to me. such a shame he didn't get to live through the 80s god he would have loved double denim 💔

contrary to popular belief james fleamont potter did in fact strut, in platform shoes with chunky heels that alerted everybody on hogwarts grounds that he was approaching from miles away

in the 60s and 70s glasses shifted from being used solely for eyesight to fashion accessories. this change gave a rise to a variety of glasses styles such as different frame shapes, lens colors, and sizes. james is commonly depicted as wearing teashade/john lennon glasses but comically large square shaped aviator glasses are so much more uniquely 70s (and james coded) imo.

i'm not sure who said it first but red converse are also very james coded. he has a pair of beat up chuck 70s that he wears on early morning runs, sneaking around the castle, quidditch practice, etc etc

james was a male athlete in the 70s him leading quidditch practices in short shorts and a crop top might as well be written in canon idc‼️

[juneviews]

"For when I miss it."

[todayisafridaynight]

[nipuni]

Doctor Who report! We finished S8 and we loved it, Twelve is great! This season started really strong for us, we loved "Listen" and there were many fun episodes!! sadly the "kill the moon" episode also happened and it was such a mess that we are going to pretend it never did lmao I'd rather talk about what I loved instead and that is Missy!! HELLO?? I always enjoy The Master so this was such a treat!! I love her I hope she comes back next season!! Clara's and Danny's character development on the other hand we didn't enjoy as much and we felt it kind of went downhill since the moon episode but I'm curious to see where Clara's arc is going from here. I love Capaldi so damn much!! Also the 60 anniversary special is coming out tomorrow and we are so excited!! 😭 I need to draw so many things about this show already but things keep getting in the way AAA I have a ton of deadlines, a few events to attend to and a trip on top of it all next week so I'm losing my mind but I will have some art and stuff to share soon I promise!! I hope you are all doing well, I love reading your comments and opinions and I'm very grateful for the messages!!

[sssapplebottomjeans]

varian during qfad: help me please, my dad is dying, you're the only one that can help! *gets kicked out of the castle*

rapunzel: oh my god oh my god oh my god i just turned my back on a desperate friend in need...

rapunzel like one episode later:

[sacchiri]

Hellsing 2002 calendar illustration.

Ein wunderliche und erschröckliche Hystori von einem großen Wüttrich genant Dracole wayda Der do so ganz unkristenliche marrter hat angelegt die mensche, als mit spissen als auch die leut zu Tod geslyffen

A wondrous and frightening story about a great berserk called Dracula the voivode who inflicted such unchristian tortures such as with stakes and also dragged people to death

[dovewingkinnie]

shuichi and kirie waaaAaAAAAAAAAAAAH

[sunnybearvampire]

i am not normal about the calypso episode i will never be normal about the calypso episode. something something queer joy and love and found family and you can't ruin that or take it away. finding yourself and expressing yourself fully for the first time and finding a group of people that will not mock you but encourage you with every last breath left in their lungs. seeing all of those unique and amazing people gathered to see you perform. fully for perhaps the first time realising that there was never something wrong with you, something was wrong with the world for not accepting you as you are, worthy and deserving of love. you are the unicorn. i am mentally unwell i shall never recover.

[itsmoonpeaches]

Title: Storge

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial

Word count: 1,004

Rating: G

Summary: As the quest concludes and the war ends, Poseidon is left with the truth and the realization that Percy means more to him than he knew.

Also available on ao3.

Camp Half-Blood celebrated. The night sky bloomed with multicolored fireworks. And amid the cacophony, the gods discovered the truth.

At Zeus’s command, Athena had called for a meeting with the whole council to end the war between him and Poseidon. But now Olympus shuddered with war’s echoes once again.

“So much for a swift and crushing victory, eh dad?” sneered Ares. He leaned back on his throne, the ancient stone pressed against the back of his leather trench coat.

“Silence,” Zeus ordered with a scowl. Thunder rumbled above them. “Your role in this has not been forgotten.” His irises swirled with storm clouds. He propped himself up, resting his arms on the circular marble table that the Olympians sat around. “We must decide what to do with Luke Castellan.”

Poseidon watched the proceedings with feigned indifference. He clenched his fists beneath the table and felt the leftover prickle of electricity dance across his fingertips. Even for a god as prominent as he, stopping Zeus’s Master Bolt with his bare hands was a harrowing experience. It was not often that gods held onto another’s symbol of power.  

Across from him, Hermes twitched. His face shuttered.

“He is lost to us,” answered Athena with the authoritative tone he always recognized. She looked like that girl who went on the quest with Perseus except she was taller with narrower, more angular features. She had the same dark curls, but never wore her hair down. It was slicked back into a tight knot and accentuated her calculating gray eyes. “He eludes us with the power of his sword, and that puts him under Kronos’s protection. It is inadvisable to deduce where the portals will take him with so little information.”

Zeus frowned.

Athena clicked her tongue. “We must decide what to do with the other one…Poseidon’s spawn. Perseus Jackson.”

Poseidon straightened. The quake inside his chest threatened to release the force he held back. Long Island’s shores were bombarded with waves. “Enough,” he growled. He unclenched his fists. His trident crackled in its sheath attached to his throne.

The council quieted. Athena narrowed her eyes.

Zeus grunted, folding his arms as he glared. “I will not renege on the prize I have awarded the boy if he does not cause a disturbance,” he said. “I refuse to be indebted to a half-blood.” He lifted the Master Bolt. Its energy reverberated from the floors to the Corinthian columns that enclosed them. “He has returned what is mine. For now, we watch him.”

Poseidon thought to relax, but that was before Apollo with his sunny grin and even sunnier disposition, decided to interrupt.

“My Oracle spoke,” Apollo started with a singsong tune that grated on Poseidon’s nerves. “This may be the Prophecy. We must prepare soon.”

Poseidon sucked in a steadying breath. A new squall formed near Australia’s Shipwreck Coast.

Artemis rolled her eyes. “Not everything needs to be said in haiku, brother,” she admonished. The silver in her hair gleamed like the moon.

Poseidon sighed. The tension in his shoulders never lessened. “Perseus is not yet sixteen,” he said. “Leave him be.”

“We will get nothing done talking in circles. I have duties to attend to,” Zeus added. He nodded to Athena. “Finish this.”

The meeting adjourned. The gods flashed away, vanishing to tend to their domains. But Poseidon lingered. He had not moved. He stared at a pearl he rolled in his palm.

“Do you ever dream about mom?”

His son’s voice rushed into his head like an endless current. Perseus’s eyes were so much like his own, so much more than he had imagined. Poseidon had not answered his question. He had not forgotten.

He clutched the pearl tight and stood, trident in hand.

“He is your weakness, the boy.” Someone disrupted the silence.

Poseidon turned.

Athena observed him from the pathway that led to the rest of Olympus’s sprawling city. “If you are not careful, he will become a liability to you.”

He inclined his head. “What's this?” he asked with a sardonic smirk. “The goddess of wisdom and battle strategy giving me advice?”

“It is simply an observation.”

“An observation I do not crave.”

Athena scoffed. “You surrendered for him,” she replied. “You lost the war for that boy. He is nothing more than a blip in our eternity. What will happen in the future when there is more at stake? What will you choose, your son or the Fifth Age?”

He parted his lips, but no answer came. Athena departed down the path. He was alone.

He walked to the edge of the council room, intent on watching what remained of the fireworks below. Even from here, he could see them. If he concentrated, he could hear the laughter of the demigods and smell their offerings scraped into the bonfire. Most of them did not know what had transpired yet.

He only wished Perseus was spared betrayal.

The hearth that occupied the edge of the room snapped. Out of the warmth appeared the form of a little girl in drab robes.  

“Hestia,” he said with a slight bow. “I am sorry to disturb you. I will soon depart.”

“You are lost,” she remarked. She always sounded so much younger than she was. “You are thinking of him…of your family.”

“You are my family,” he countered.

She smiled and offered her right hand. “Take my hand.”

With caution, he took it.

As soon as they touched, images flooded his mind. He saw Sally Jackson. She pressed her forehead to their son’s. The sunlight dappled the rivulets of her hair and brightened Perseus’s blue eyes.

He saw Perseus in his cabin at camp, running his fingers along the water in the fountain, a pensive look on his face. On his neck, he wore a new bead on the necklace Chiron had given him. Painted against black was a delicate sea-green trident.

When Poseidon remembered himself, Hestia was gone. The visions tucked away inside him.

“Yes,” he whispered into nothing. “I do dream of you.”

[narcissarina]

𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔫 ℭ𝔞𝔤𝔢, 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔰

જ⁀➴Previous chapter

Pairings: bodyguard!Leon × college billionaire!reader

Word count: 2,041

Tw: reader overthinking, stalking, an attempt kidnap.

Summary: After Leon left to his mission, you find yourself alone in an empty room and home. You invite a company over and decided to go out late at night to buy foods you crave it eat. Never thinking that dangers lurk ahead and waiting for it's prey.

𝚅𝙸𝙸.

It has been a couple of days after Leon left, you lay like a lifeless corpse in your bed as you stare blankly at your door. Are you waiting for a miracle to happen? Waiting for him to come opening your door and greet you with a smile, “bought you something, princess.”

This room felt empty, your body feels cold—seeking his warmth. Even if been only a couple of days, you hate that you miss his presence—hate how he would delivery you your comfort drink, how he would stare back at you when you keep staring at his eyes. How you miss the warm and softness of his lips when he kiss your forehead good morning and goodnight.

You hate how you feel like shit without him, never thought if you and Leon were official, it’ll be hard when he’s out because of his mission. You’d constantly get worried, overthink and cry at the fake scenarios in your head. You were alone, your parents are out and Leon is at his mission. Well, at least the servants are here to keep you company, right?

You hate waking up to see an empty bed, you hate going to school when he’s not here to talk about his work and day, you hate seeing your driver pick you up without Leon—it felt wrong and empty, and mostly. You hate coming home to an empty house, and step on to your empty room.

You hope that he’ll come back after a week or two. Well, you can’t do much—you can’t ma him come home, he can’t use his phone while in a mission.

You check the time, it’s 10:30 in the morning. You gave all your strength to sit down and walk in this cold empty room with no warmth lingering, you take a shower that took about 30 minutes or so, you got dress and head downstairs and ate a few bites of your breakfast before heading out.

The ride was silent, you didn’t dare utter a word and only look out of the window. Your driver dropped you off as you enter school grounds with such a depressing atmosphere, you’re looming as you walk like a lifeless corpse.

Sarina’s eyes followed your figured and walk beside you, “you good?” you only hum, “you know first period just finished, right? And the profs are absent for the second and third.” You hum again, acknowledging her words as you don’t have the energy to say one single word.

“you look as dead as a corpse, what happened?” She asked, you didn’t answer and just lie down to the grassy field of the school, where most students study and have a little picnic. “Where’s Leon, by the way?” Sarina asked, looking her behind to spot your bodyguard but found none.

“Out.” You mumble, looking up to the clear blue sky, it reminds you of his eyes. You brought your fingers where you could see them and slightly reach for the sky, wanting to hold on to his gaze for a while. “Melodramatic much?” Sarina said, slapping you hand down, “I just want to say that you’re not in a TV show or that you’re a book character.”

Exhaling, you roll to your side to turn your back at your friend. “He’s out on a mission?” you nodded at her question slightly, “dear,” she coos and scoot over beside you. Her leg touching your back, “look, he’s an agent. He’s experience and the possibility of him not coming back is slim.”

Yeah, like that would make you feel better. You felt sick, what if he didn’t come back?

“There’s no class, right?” you asked in a hush weak tone, Sarina hums as she look at the sky with you. “He’ll come home,” she gave it a long good pause, “to you.” Then look down at your figure.

“You need some sleep, girl.” She then stood up and offer a helping hand which you gladly took as she helps you up. “Give me a call when you get home, or do you want me to come home with you?” she suggested, you smiled at the thought. It was getting quite lonely at home since you’re parents and Leon was out.

“I would love some company…”

Leon arrived and starts to get to work, he puts his finger to his earpiece to talk, “what kind of item you guys want to retrieve?” he asked, a voice was heard from it, “it’s shaped like a cube, they say it’s glowing and can’t be touch with only your bare hands.” Leon nodded and investigate his area, rummaging to the wastes—how this place had turned to ruins.

“Be careful with it and stay safe from it,” Leon could hint of her tone being worried, “no worries.” He answers, “that thing is a very valuable item, but could also be a dangerous weapon.”

He walks around with caution, taking in his surroundings and pointing his gun whenever he hears sounds of metal clicking or bushes. “Got it.” Said Leon before dropping the call, he turns his head to the side and found a mansion.

“Great, a haunted mansion.” A hint of mock in his tone, “just my luck.” He said before entering and disappearing to the darkness, as the door closes—Leon was embraced by the cold air inside the mansion. Quit and the dim light only surrounds him.

Clung—

He hears a metal click, he turns and shot the blanket that’s been covered and a cockroach emerges from it, “huh.” Leon scoff and proceed to find leads where to find that stupid cube so he can go home to you, feel your hands over his hair and hear the sound of your breathing and heartbeat. Because there, he found peace and solace—where he can call his own home.

He finds himself smiling at the thought, your hand around his bicep or when you intertwined your hands to his—which he very much prefer to see every single day rather than the crimson in his hands that very reminds him of taking a life.

Leon is very much aware that in a house like this, it’s full of puzzles and mysteries that you got to solve if he wanted to retrieve the item back to the D.S.O, why does he have a gut feeling that he’s stealing something he shouldn’t?

He won’t question it, even if he did—they won’t give him an answer. As usual, always treating their best men the silent treatment when they’re onto something.

Leon brushed it off and went to the library, there’s always something hidden away in the library, right? Since in a place where knowledge is, might be where the clue is.

You went home with your friend here to keep you company, so you wouldn’t be lonely and that the house wouldn’t feel empty for a while.

Sarina has been talking about her book boyfriends and the plot of the book she just finish reading in your room, “no, girl! ‘cause like…” her words were like a mutter, you just nodded and can’t understand a thing but pretended that you’re actually listening.

It's late, you check the time and it’s already 1:11 AM. You feel kind of silly and hungry, so you want to buy some Korean ramen from the convenience store, “really? This late?” Sarina raised a brow, “you could just eat in the morning,” she groans and held your hand in your bed, “it’s dark and something might happen to you.” Sarina frowns in worry, you smiled and took your hand away, “I’ll be fine, Leon taught me new things. Don’t worry.”

You try assuring Sarina but she’s not having it, she doesn’t want to go outside since it’s dark, but she also doesn’t want to leave you be and get in danger. She has no choice but to trust your words, “get a pepper spray or a knife.” Sarina mumbled, you nodded and take your small sling bag with you, which insides contains your needs to defend yourself.

“Be quick, okay!” Sarina yelled, hugging a pillow as she flop down, worrying thoughts swirling in her head as she look out your window and saw your figure from the streetlights and began to walk to the nearest convenience store—which was only a few blocks away from your home.

Before leaving the house, your fathers trusted butler asked you where you’re going this late and that he offered you company so you would be safe. You assured him as how you assured Sarina, he could only nod and sigh in worry mixed with defeat.

“Be careful.” He says and escorting you to the door and watch your silhouette enter the store from the distance.

Store is empty, no people. Just you and the cashier, you greet her with a smile, “hello,” you spoke as she smiled and nod to you, “welcome!”

You look around and think of what kind of ramen flavor you want. You said you only craved ramen, why did you also get a corndog, rice-cake, and a chocolate drink? The cashier happily checks out your item for you before starting a conversation, “time sure flies, no?” she starts, you nodded and hand her your card. Paying by card, she took it and type in her touchscreen.

“Sure did,” you answered, pulling your sling bag closely. You felt a sudden chill down your spine and the hair at the back of your neck stood up, “be careful, I saw someone lurking outside… Waiting.” The cashier whispered, giving me a smile to not alert someone outside the store. Fuck, you don’t have your phone with you.

You whispered back, “Thank you.” And took your bags, as she waves farewell as you left the store.

The streetlight across the road was always flickering, that what makes this ten times scarier—you hate this dark, but you hate it more when someone warned you someone’s presence in the dark.

Your walk picking up speed, but trying to not alert that you’re running away. You’re speed-walking and trying your best, your hand gripping on to the plastic bag and the other on the strap of your sling bag.

Feeling someone’s presence behind you, you didn’t turn—not risking that you knew they were there and that they should know that you feel their shadow following you. Panic sets in, your hand gripping tightly to both your bag and plastic, you hear a sinister yet horrifying and distorted laugh.

You made a run for it.

You bump into someone, you thought you were safe—you were ranting and panicking to the person who you bump into, “p-please help me! Someone’s following me, and—”

“Shh, calm down, girl.” The man said, looking up to see who’s behind you. “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t wander this late at night.” The man said, but his eyes were fixated to someone that’s been following you.

You nodded, agreeing to his remark. “I know, but I was hungry and bought myself something to eat and for my friend too!” you starts to stammer and mix your words up. “I should’ve listen to my best friend.” You hard the man chuckle and nodded, his voice dropping, “yeah… you should have.”

You feel someone towering behind you, that same distorted laugh now tickles right to your ear. You went pale, colors draining from your face as you turn around to see the person who’s been in the shadows. You wanted to scream, run and call for help or use your self-defense keychain but you were to scared and frozen in place.

“Now, what made you think that I will help you?”

The doorbell rang, the butler was waiting by the door—standing there for an hour. He felt relieved when you finally came back, “finally, miss. You have made me worried and kept me waiting. I—” he cuts himself off when he open his eyes and you weren’t in front of him, suppose to be smiling because you bought food and made it safe.

He steps out, taking his flashlight out and turning from left to right. He look down and saw the plastic bags that contain the foods you just purchased, a note was attached to it.

“We would like to borrow her for a while ;)”

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[beanmochiii]

third life ending so poetic man

[bandtrees]

Guys he’s so special to me.it’s been five seconds did you know

[tinycowboybro]

KP ANNIVERSARY WEEK 4

favorite couple: VegasPete 🔪

heeeeyyyyy guys don’t mind me just dropping this off rq 🙂

sorry it’s incredibly domestic lmao i wasn’t sure if i wanted to post it but i need soft things in my life and i think they are allowed to be sweet as a treat every now and then (i’ll spare them the horrors for now)

vegas definitely gets that overwhelming feeling of like “holy fuck i love you ???” after looking over at pete and seeing like the curve of his cheek or the bow of his lip or the way his hair fans out on the pillow. just tiny details that only he gets to see up close and the flood of emotions that come from that realization

and of course he has no idea wtf to do with that so he’s probably kinda weird about it but like

same

so

enjoy my cringe dialogue and doodle of them 🤝