I Am Going On A Three And A Half Hour Car Drive, And Here Is My List Of Priorities:

thanks for the tag! <3

Hdgshsgshsghs it's so cuteeee

and concerningly accurate I do love baking

npt! @bowsinhair @the1astolympian @fel1ra @owls-can-read @pain-is-too-tired @starberry-muffin @starryssunflowers @bleep-bloop-boo and anyone else!! <33

haaii i saw this quiz n i immediately thought abt u ! https://uquiz.com/quiz/fOjkwO?p=5742788

Ahh this was fun! Thank you for sharing!

Which Little Jellycat are you?

I got this and it is accurate...

Mina: I don't think it's ok that you like boys

Kit: Why not? Is perfectly fine boys to like boys

Mina: How can anyone like boys?

Kit: From homophobic to homosexual, you're slaying queen

i feel like we’re all little koi fish in the tumblr pond waiting for boops to be dropped in the water and when they are we all rise to the surface frantically

*deep sigh*

*walks into the room*

*sits at the table*

*slams hands on the table*

I need opinions

okay that was slightly more dramatic that necessary but I need serious opinions because I'm stuck and conflicted.

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so! I am currently in the middle of writing a Michael Yew fic (surprise surprise) with large elements of Masonyew (surprise surprise it's like 90% of the content and they're nowhere near being together yet) and it's basically a very long fic that starts when Michael gets to camp at nine years old (my headcanon) and ends a few years after he comes back to life in some of my Michael Yew lives aus

right

that's the backstory

yes, that is a very long fic idea but I have it planned out and even though I'm only a minor section of the way thru I have hit a hurdle

here is where I need opinions

so, I may or may not have had a really weird idea and went

what if I made Michael type one diabetic and added that to his six mile long list of problems already, simply for character development

because I'm nice like that

so I'm currently warring with myself over whether or not to go thru with it because, I'm gonna be honest, I am not diabetic, nor do I know anyone who is diabetic, so all of my info has been researched heavily, but it's kinda in the name of diversifying camp half blood even more, because why not?

however, I'm not sure if by doing so I might be messing with his character a bit and maybe taking it too far, so I'm just gonna go ahead and go I need help

so, let's poll it

honesty is appreciated, if you hate the idea, please tell me

just try not to openly insult me, that would be appreciated

Idk if that post you made about being bored and wanting asks still applies today, but if it does…

A drawing of ur fave sun forge au at the moment?

(Or LeeLuke)

Ye!!

Some vampire au :3

I have another one i need to post from this as well but hdgd

Jake whined when he felt Michael try to pull away. He immediately wrapped his arms around his waist, burrowing his face in the others feathers. Michael jumped,turning his head. "Jake- what are you-" "Rest too…" He grumbled. "Res- I'm fine-" Michael huffed. Jake looked up at him. Whatever look he gave must've been something, because Michael immediately relaxed. The other sighing softly. "Okay Spikes. Move over."

OMG I DID NOT KNOW YOU HAD A TUMBLR?!

ngl you are the reason why I ship Micheal x Jake and Castor x Lee

IVE BEEN OBSESSED OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS LMAO

YEAH I DO! :D

omg seriously?? that's so cool! thank you! :D :D <33

I KNOW, IT'S A OBSESSION, TRUST ME, IT DOESN'T GET BETTER

Lee does not immediately suspect something when he hears screaming.

That's his bad.

He will make it abundantly clear in his defense that the core value of this camp is violence. That is It. Not safety, not training, not worship or hard work or discipline or anything. It's violence. Didn't get the last croissant at breakfast? Violence. Someone used up all the hot water? Violence. Someone got in close to your face and insulted your dead mother? Violence. Can't decide whose nail polish colour is more well suited to their outfit?

You guessed it.

Violence.

His cabin is not immune. In fact, the Apollo cabin may be technically from some perspectives worse than every other. It is a little known fact that the solid gold walls of hubris are, in fact, sound proofed, and yet the midnight trombone continues to echo gently and unkindly over the midnight breeze. So when he hears, one beautiful and sunny July afternoon, intense, bloodcurdling screaming echoing from his very place of residence, he thinks: ah. Someone has once again used Leanna's sheet music practice and she is responding with brute force. Good for her.

But then, of course, the screaming pitches up high enough that four windows shatter and his hearing starts to go, and he thinks, again, ah. And then immediately begins to sprint.

"Whatever you're doing, cut it the fuck out," he barks, sprinting up the porch, and then very quickly turns to the side to wheeze silently. "Leave him -- oh, for the love of the gods."

Fortunately, his youngest brother is not being teased or tortured or in any other such way bothered. Technically. Unfortunately, the brother who he should have been more concerned about is pinning said baby brother to the floor, needles shining in hand, shrieking, "Sit still! Sit still! I swear to the muses, asswipe, sit still or I am going to end up impaling your brain!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts --"

"I have not fucking done it yet!"

"Michael," Lee says, dragging a hand down his face, "watch your fucking language."

Michael bares his teeth. "He pestered me for twelve fucking days, Lee. He is getting his ears pierced or I am going to pierce him between the eyes from a hundred fucking feet."

"He's torturing me!" Will hollers, straining away. "He's -- sticking me like a pin cushion --"

"That is how piercing works you little shit --"

"I'm reporting you to child services!"

"Good! Call 'em now! It'll take them half a fuckin' hour to get here, I'll have lots of time to kick your ass!"

On one hand, Lee is Practically and Adult. He is seventeen whole years old. He can vote, if he chooses to break the law. Hell, in some countries he's legally allowed to kill people with no consequences.

"None of that is true," says Diana from her bunk, flipping a page in her magazine.

On the other hand, it is a truly beautiful day. He could just...leave. He could take a walk along the beautiful shoreline and reflect upon the days when he was an only child of a neglectful mother, blissfully lonely and unbothered. Oh, those were the days.

"Hold still!"

On the mysterious third hand, it is really kind of funny to watch Michael wrestle with a nine-year-old and lose.

"Move over," Lee says, walking over to his sister's bunk. She does, giving him approximately one square millimeter of space. Wow. She's feeling generous today. "Wager?"

"Twenty-six minutes at minimum," Diana says. She pats around until her hand hits maybe the massivest bag of sour gummi worms Lee has ever seen, shoving at least nine in her mouth at once. "And its uneven."

Lee reaches for a gummi worm. She kicks him in the spleen. He pulls his hand away.

"I'll take that. He's getting some leverage, I think he'll get them pierced in twenty-four."

"You're on."

They shake, then settle into observe. Diana passes him a set of rubber ear plugs, which he gratefully accepts just before Will screeches so loudly Michael's ear drums genuinely begin to bleed. At least he got closer, this time.

(It takes Michael thirty-two minutes and he somehow manages to pierce one ear twice. Lee accepts his gummi-worm winnings with grace and integrity and anything Diana claims otherwise is because she is a bitter sore loser who likes to start rumours and discredit his good name.)

(Obviously.)

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based on this and this drawing by @cometjuice

more cabin 7

Anyone can help!

(Real pen the last picture)

It is important for EVERYONE to know how to help ANYONE. Not everyone can give them selves their medicine under every circumstance. Be educated, help out.

In the last year, i have gotten about five new violent allergies from foods i used to be able to eat. Next time i eat a fruit, my throat could close. I may not be able to inject myself. My boyfriend and i played with my trainer pen for like 30 minutes. He knows how to inject it. I know how. This is important.

Actually, thought in my head now.

Au where Michael survives the fall from the bridge, but is somehow turned into a raven. And no one knows how to turn him back or who turned him in the first place.

Even Apollo is confused.

"I'm very thankful for who did, at last,was not me."

Everyone is relieved he still alive, but no one knows how to deal with raven Michael other than his siblings and Jake.

Surprisingly, he has not tried to peck out Clarisse' eyes yet.

Will still has to take over duties cause, well, hard to lead a cabin as a raven. But Michael usually chills on his shoulder during the day.

He also is bit of a typical raven menace by picking up random cool rocks and items he finds and gifting it to others.

Jake keeps a Lil box with all the stuff Michael's given him.

But yeah. Michael was already a menace at 4 ft 6. He's not any less now he's like hardly 2 ft hsgsf

He does keep trying to preen his siblings and Jake though. One time even Percy when he was blaming himself for the bridge situation.(either that or he was trying to pull on Percy's hair. Either way. Message received.)

gotta love flirting with your best friend and then friendzoning him-

He hummed softly, casually reaching out and twirling a strand of the other boy’s hair around his finger, and grinned as Jake blushed a deep shade of red, staring at him for a moment, then quickly looking away and clearing his throat. “Yeah, I take it back.” He said, voice strained. “You can definitely flirt. Gods, Michael.” Michael snickered, winking and leaning back, looking back towards Cleo, who had successfully got Max to fire a few shots close to the middle, which was impressive considering he was pretty sure the older boy couldn’t think straight right now. “Shame we’re just friends, then, if you’re that easy to fluster.” He teased, and Jake coughed again, voice still a bit tight. “Yeah, shame.”

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