This Is Great!! Love It So Much!! And Congrats On Finishing Up The Set Of Tracy Brothers!

For those wondering, I have designed (and am currently creating) my own version of a Mandalorian helmet. She asked me to pick some random colours and bada bing bada boom she whipped this up in, like, less than an afternoon. Please go check her out! She’s got some awesome art as well as some hilarious opinions on whatever takes her fancy!

Here’s to you, @koscheithehunter !!

OHMIGOSH OHMIGOSH OMIGOSH

LOOK WHAT @koscheithehunter MADE ME

IT’S AMAZING

THANKYOU THANKYOU THANKYOU

Headcanon: Annabeth is gluten-free or even coeliac. All the Athena kids are, in fact.

(Been re-listening to The Lightning Thief musical and this is inspired by the lyric “She’s [Athena] sworn off gluten and she’s sworn off guys” from ‘The Campfire Song’)

@koscheithehunter

I probably need the company as much as anyone :)

Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

I’m just wondering whether the girl who was ‘Rat Owl’ lost a bet.

don’t you just hate it when you reblog something and you forget to choose the right blog it goes onto?

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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Ok, I did not realise a few of these!! Love them all (except Lemaire. Never Lemaire).

Thunderbirds are Go + Guest Characters

When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next

Happy Thunderbirds Day to everyone who loves all things Thunderbirds! 💙💚🧡💛❤🖤 FAB

Absolutely incredibly accurate. May I just add:

- *leans over* “Ooh, what are you writing?”

- Turning the brightness down as far as it will go

- Making the text so small you (and others) can barely see what you’re writing

- That tab switch

- People going “what the heck” when they see how much ‘work’ you have done

- People making t h a t face when they realise you’re writing fanfiction, even if they’re a fan

- That one rare person who actually knows what you’re talking about and gushes and fangirls with you (bless them. bless all of those people)

Writing Fanfiction Is:

Losing motivation when you have time

Getting motivation at ungodly hours of the day or when busy

Going back to your story trying to remember what the fuck you said

“Am I writing this character good or nah?”

“does the plot make sense?”

feeling guilty sometimes for absolutely no reason

waiting for comments on your fic from specific readers

writing something and thinking “oh yeah, thats definitely going to hurt them”

procrastinating on writing by writing other fics

having too many ideas and not enough time

never finishing your wips

debating whether to add the fucking dumbass joke in that scene or not

wondering if you should or shouldn’t add that angsty scene purely to fuck with the readers bc its not like its gonna kill them or anything

Hoping no one finds it while simultaneously hoping ppl read it

playing music for inspiration and zoning out

planning fics and never writing them

thinking its shit but ppl like it and suddenly ur imposter syndrome acts up LIKE A FUCKING BITCH

loving ur readers so so much