I Can Really Relate To All Of This. I Have, Like, Maybe 7 Projects Going On Right Now? And I Just Do

I’ve always wanted a moment in one of the books where Percy, Annabeth and Grover just randomly bump into her and shenanigans ensue. Hmm, maybe a fic will do... 

Percy: i wonder how Nancy Bobofit is doing

Grover: she’s in prison

Percy: you always know how to brighten my day

STAR BREAD

Um, a little (very) late, but still active for John! (And kinda Virg now too, ngl)

Thunderfam role call!

Just reblog "here" or 🤚 if you're still active (at any level) in the fandom 😋

Johnny!! You just made my day infinitely better, thank you!

It's our favourite starman's birthday (well one of them lol)

Sooo I made a doodle, hope you like.🧡

Both of these are brilliant. Brilliant, I tell you.

It's Monday, it's sunny, sending you good week vibes ☀️

Probably an ancient headcanon but this is totally Gordon's jam, right?

GET THAT PIKACHU MAN AD AWAY FROM ME AND MY DASHBOARD I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

I’ll beat you with a chilly 4 degrees where I am, and steadily going downwards!

28°C and still rising.

Usually, that temperature happens at noon here in the North East.

Completely accurate

Sounds accurate 😂

I agree with @hedwigstalons!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING NUTTY!?!?

Ellie (Part Three - Bit 2)

Part One | Part Two - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Part Three - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Another bit, but I this one contains some answers to some questions :D I hope you enjoy it while I go do the food shopping ::pouts::

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A hatch lowered down from under the Thunderbird’s nose, light from within the cockpit illuminating three figures. As she ran, she registered the blue of an IR uniform, but paid little attention as medical stats were thrown at the team in a clipped, professional voice.

Ellie was directed to the male who turned out to be quite young, blond, barely an adult and bound up on a spinal board. The remains of an International Rescue uniform peeked through the emergency blanket.

Shit.

But she didn’t have time to follow the implications of that piece of information.

Impact injuries to his left side. Unconscious, accelerated heart rate, possible spinal injury. Scan results of a detail she had never encountered were flicked to her reader. His spine was intact, but there was swelling.

And internal bleeding. Far too much internal bleeding.

Her team leader directed fast evac and they were moving again. She was vaguely aware of a hiss of closing hatch and mechanical whirring as she ran the hoverstretcher back to the vehicle under the trees.

The stretcher had IR branding on its side, but it slid easily into dock inside the ambulance. Her hands moved automatically, securing the young man for transport.

“I’m going with him.” And there was another blond young man in a blue uniform, this one slashed in yellow. He climbed in beside her team leader.

Ellie plugged the stretcher into the onboard scanner and alarms started blaring almost as loud as the sirens on the roof as they started moving.

The IR operative spoke up, voice raspy. “His name is Alan Bartlett Tracy, age eighteen.” The voice was calm, but unlike before, Ellie could hear fear under that professionalism. He swallowed. “I have his medical history and any further detail you may need.”

Two minutes and they would be at the hospital.

Those two minutes gave her enough time to think of Virgil Tracy and the fact that she likely had a member of his family under her care.

The ambulance ate enough road to pull up to the ED in one minute forty-five.

Then they were moving again.

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Hey guys, I’m having a really awful day. One of my best friends and I are kinda drifting apart, and it really hurts, y’know? And on top of that, there’s this weird guy that keeps wanting to talk to me and stuff like that and kinda follows me around a bit, even though I want nothing to do with him. Me being me, I don’t really have the courage to say no (unless it’s a rehersed scene in my head, y’know what I mean?). Any ideas on how to stop him?