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You're afraid to write because you care too much about your craft. Not because you suck.

You want it to be perfect. Worthy. You're scared it won't be good enough. But the thing is, everything you write is worthy if you write it with heart.

That fear doesn't make you a fraud, or lazy. It makes you a perfectionist who doesn't write as much as they should because their fear is choking them. Your writing will never be perfect—nothing ever is.

So stop waiting for the perfect moment and go pour your heart out. Unleash your wild—and slightly disturbing—imagination onto those pages. Go create magic that only you can make.

GO WRITE THE THING YOU KEEP THINKING ABOUT DAY AND NIGHT. And make sure you write it for yourself before anyone else!

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Chapter Fourteen - Percy’s Journey to the Top of the World

| percy’s journey to the top of the world

| percy jackson x reader

| high school au

| masterlist

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It doesn't take Percy long to realize that organizing a bonfire is much easier in theory. For one, he has to talk Jason into coming over early so that he can help him move the fire pit, and he has to beg the rest of them to bring whatever snacks they can sacrifice. Apparently, his mom has shopping planned for tomorrow, sorry, sweetheart. Whatever, honestly, Percy can still pull this off. One hundred per cent.

Annabeth, who truly is an angel in disguise as far as Percy's concerned, arrives with four lawn chairs, six bags of chips, and two packs of canned sodas. Percy could kiss her if it weren't for the whole Y/N thing. The thing that actually isn't a thing, but still feels like a thing, and might never be a thing, but Percy will always consider a thing. Yes, that.

Nico arrives with nothing in hand besides a lighter, and Percy supposes that's something he should have thought about earlier. Thankfully, his mom remembers how to even light a fire in the pit, and Nico is all too eager as a student. He happily accepts his position as "fire maintainter"—Leo's words, not his—and fidgets with the fire iron while Percy rushes around, pushing chairs into place and moaning about how much he hates being a procrastinator.

His friends are probably the best people in the world, though, because every time he passes by Hazel she gives him an encouraging smile, and Jason always claps him on the back like he's saying job well done, and even Annabeth looks like she's proud of him, even if she's gained the nickname of 'Ice Queen' from Leo.

At long last, about a quarter until 8 o'clock, Percy sinks down onto the grass and stares at their little set up. There's an old folding table they pulled out of Percy's garage—the one his mom uses during community yard sales—and an array of chairs in some vaguely circular shape around the fire pit. There's a small stack of gifts on the table, mostly just little things because Luke won't accept anything that costs over twenty dollars, and there's enough snacks to last them all night. Probably.

He leans back on his hands and glances around curiously, trying to see if he's forgotten anything. Piper's dialing Thalia off to his left, letting her know that they're all set up and it's time to bring Luke over, Leo's jogging towards Percy's house with an insane amount of energy, Annabeth and Jason are giving their best attempt at organizing the pile of snacks, and Nico's poking at the fire with fascination on his face.

Percy pauses, doing a quick headcount. He's just reaching into his pocket to call Y/N and demand she arrive immediately, but two soft hands cover his eyes before he can get that far. "I'm not going to make you guess; this is Y/N," she announces, after a moment.

Percy smiles widely enough to make the blazing fire look dim, probably, but he manages to compose himself before he turns and tackles Y/N into a hug that's really just a thinly-veiled excuse to be closer to her. She just barely keeps them from hitting the ground hard, catching them both on her elbow. "You're like an overexcited dog," Y/N says flatly, but she seems pretty unperturbed for someone who probably has a rock or two digging into her elbow.

Percy smiles and holds on tight to her upper arm. "I reckon a dog would have licked your face by now," he mentions, somehow managing to roll over and sit up casually beside Y/N like he's actually smooth and graceful. He glances down at his body in something like awe; he'd been expecting at least one injury in extracting himself from Y/N.

"Please don't lick my face," Y/N says pleasantly, and Percy laughs to himself while she takes a look around. "This pulled together nicely."

"You're here so late," Percy complains, even if the get together hasn't even officially started.

She rolls her eyes. "Looks like you managed just fine, you needy, needy child."

"They'll be here any minute!" Piper calls out, mostly to Percy and Y/N, since they're the only ones a dozen feet away from the rest of the group.

They both call back okays, and Y/N turns to look at him with a gentle smile on her face. Percy thinks he was totally fine before Y/N came along, just a leaf riding the light and simple breeze, and now he's been robbed of all the oxygen around him, falling towards the ground too fast to even get his bearings. In some ways, he's kind of enjoying the panic of it all.

"We should join them," she says after a few seconds, but she's still reclining back on her elbows like they've got all the time in the world. Her hair's down and she looks so relaxed, so comfortable, that he just wants to pull her against his chest and not let go for a while.

"We should," Percy agrees, shifting until his arm is pressed up against hers. "We will in a second," he amends. Y/N gives him a curious look, one that skitters all around his face like she can't decide where to settle. "Just want it to be us, for a minute."

He definitely sounds like an idiot, and Y/N's definitely calling him that in her head, but she just gives him a small, pleased smile. Percy thinks he's said the right thing.

"I'm—" Y/N cuts herself off, like she's still trying to figure out what she wants to say, and Percy waits patiently. He knows what it's like to have trouble putting how you feel or what you're thinking into words, and he can tell that Y/N's trying to say something important. The least he can do is give her some time to compose herself. "I'm glad y—I mean, all of us—started talking again. I think we're good together. All of us."

"I agree, all of us," Percy says, slow smile spreading on his face. "Think we're really good, all of us."

"I'll knock you flat on your back," Y/N threatens, and Percy almost tells her that she already has, really. She glances away from the fire, where she'd pinned her gaze, and scans his face again. Percy feels himself warm under her gaze, but he knows he's not blushing, and even if he were it wouldn't matter. The fire light's a good mask. "Ready to go?"

He nods, slowly, but he'd be content sitting there the whole night with Y/N, blades of grass leaving little shallow impressions on his skin. Y/N stands, helps him up, and holds his hand for what Percy dares to deem a second too long.

"Dammit," Jason mutters, as soon as they approach the table. Almost in unison, he and Leo reach into their back pockets and begrudgingly hand Annabeth and Piper five dollar bills.

"Do I even want to know?" Y/N asks, raising an eyebrow as she reaches for a red, plastic cup. Percy opens two cans of Coke while Y/N writes her name on her cup, then Percy's on another. He trades Y/N a red can for his assigned cup, sending her a quick smile in thanks. She returns it. Percy almost drops his cup in the process, but thankfully his subconscious has his back.

"You don't," Piper says quickly, before anyone else can get a word in edgewise. "Just boys, placing and losing bets."

Before Percy can even ask, because he does want to know, actually, Luke steps out of Percy's sliding glass door with a huge grin on his face, Thalia not a moment behind him.

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so funny to me the pope has siblings. imagine a bunch of people looked at your brother and decided he was the physical embodiment of god's will. like that kid kicked me in the head once.

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damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th

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real yearners miss people BEFORE they're gone

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chapter thirteen - percy's journey to the top of the world

| percy's journey to the top of the world

| percy jackson x reader

| high school au

| masterlist

Three weeks later, and Percy would be lying if he said he wasn't one of the shoddiest best friends ever.

He and Luke had both been busy; Luke picking up more gigs than he was used to, since his takeover of open mic night at the bar, and he was still trying to answer the essential question—how much time is too much time with Thalia? Luke had confessed to Percy that he'd never been all that talented at balancing his relationships, offering up a sheepish apology, but Percy understood.

He understood really well, actually, considering that his moments spent without Y/N by his side had been few and far in between for the past month. Y/N didn't seem opposed, but he's pretty sure she made up faulty lies some nights to give him space, like she thinks she's a bother. Percy thinks Y/N's just as pretty as she is ridiculous.

Which—that's more of a thing now, too, Percy guesses. He's always considered Y/N pretty (and, if you ask him, it's hard not to consider her pretty), but lately that thought battles its way to the forefront of his mind every time she bites the end of her pencil, or laughs at him when he says something stupid. Percy thinks it's probably embarrassing how good Y/N has him.

It's also obvious according to a unanimous vote of their lunch table (minus Y/N, of course, she'd run off to get something out of her locker as Luke breached the topic against Percy's insistence). It's a wonder Y/N doesn't know, Jason had said wryly, the group having a laugh at Percy's expense. Of course she knows, Luke had scoffed, she's just nice enough not to embarrass Percy by telling him she knows.

Percy doesn't think that's true for a few reasons. The first being, Y/N never misses an opportunity to embarrass Percy a little, and the second being, Y/N would probably run away screaming if she had any clue. Or, at least, that's what Percy thinks. When he had said so at the lunch table, everyone had rolled their eyes at him, coupled with quite a few unkind shut the fuck ups and some particular invectives Percy's not so sure he wants to repeat. But, that's what friends are for, he supposes.

His crush might have even waned a little, if Y/N weren't so happy to spend Saturdays pretending to do their weekend homework while they binge-watch reality television—well, to be fair, most of the time it's just Y/N pointing out all the faults while Percy complains that she's ruining his fun, but. His point is, he might have been able to shake the damned, suffocating thing once and for all, if Y/N didn't do half the things that she insists on doing. Like helping his mom organize her cooking space as she frantically prepares cupcakes for the community bake sale, or swiping frosting down the side of his face when he steps foot into the kitchen. Things would be a lot easier if Y/N didn't keep touching his upper arm, which Percy very quickly decided was his favorite place to be touched. Things would be a lot easier if he didn't catch Y/N looking at him sometimes, and maybe a little easier if she didn't catch him staring every five minutes.

That all happens, though, and Y/N graces him with multiple hugs some days, and Percy feels like he's living some of the best moments of his life. Even if he and Y/N never work out—even if the crush is just as unrequited as he thinks it is—he'll still look back on homework sessions with her fondly and wistfully. Probably even add a little those were the days, man, to the end of his reminiscences.

But, the real point is, Luke's birthday snuck up on him. Percy knew it was November, and he knew Luke's birthday was on the eighteenth, but he never really thought about how close or far away that was until he glanced at the date on the board and saw a "November 17th, 2019" glaring back at him.

The first person he goes to is Thalia.

"So," he says, like he shows up to Thalia and Luke's shared locker between second and third period every day. "Have you thought about Luke's birthday?"

"Yes," Thalia says, slowly. "Have you?"

Percy nods, because yes, actually, he's been thinking about it for the past half hour. "I was just thinking we were all going to do something. Has he mentioned anything?"

"He said he wanted something normal, if there was any party at all. Like, I think he wants just the gang? Something small." Thalia shrugs, being ultimately less helpful than Percy hoped she would be.

"But it's his eighteenth. Don't most people want something, like, huge?"

"You know Luke," Thalia says, lifting one shoulder with a small, sickening smile. "He only needs two things: his friends and his music."

"And you," Percy adds, making Thalia beam. He returns the grin briefly, but clears his throat after a second. "So, like, something small? And with music?"

"I guess. He hasn't really said much; I think he doesn't want to make a big deal out of it."

"Make a big deal out of what?" Luke questions, approaching them as he sidesteps a flock of freshman.

Percy forces himself to reply casually, without sounding guilty. "Nothing."

Luke glances between them, shrugging in the end to show he's unbothered. He reaches past Thalia into the locker she's holding open, pulling out a red binder. "Hey, you."

Thalia accepts his greeting kiss, reaching up to hold Luke's face in her hands—disgustingly tender, really. Percy's heart swells up to a surely unnatural size; proud and happy and warm at the sight of them. "I'm a minor! Keep it PG-13!"

"Please," Luke snorts. "You and Y/N are worse than this, and you haven't even kissed."

"How could we possibly be worse?"

"Unresolved romantic tension," Thalia and Luke say in unison, sharing a look. "We've discussed this," Luke continues nonchalantly. "Like, at first it was cute, and now it's come to the point where we're starting to place bets on when it happens."

It. Percy feels nauseous just at the implication of the all-encompassing it, which probably includes kissing Y/N for an extended period of time, and maybe getting to hold her closer than he usually gets to. Percy doesn't even try thinking about having the privilege of holding her hand, since he doesn't feel like fainting in the hallway. Y/N's certainly not for the weak-hearted, he's learned.

"I'll see you guys at lunch," Percy mumbles, though Luke and Thalia are already surfing another topic and give him cheery goodbyes. They bring out the best in each other, Percy thinks; Luke's smiles have been more frequent than they've ever been besides that time he got a new skateboard in middle school, and Thalia's been a little less rough around the edges, softening up like she can't help herself.

Percy likes to think that he and Y/N do the same for one another, but the truth of the matter is, Y/N's probably become more sarcastic since she and Percy started doing whatever they're doing, and Percy's just become more embarrassing.

And, speaking of Y/N, Percy's going to have to ask for her guidance on some last minute birthday celebration planning, since he's the worst friend ever. Who forgets their best friend's eighteenth birthday anyways? Horrible people, that's who.

He catches her just after the lunch bell rings, having skipped out on the last few minutes of his marine science class, after telling a not-quite-lie about having to go to the front office to speak to someone. Y/N helps out in the office second and third period, since she hadn't needed another science and finished off her foreign language before senior year, and it's not the first time Percy's said he needs to go to the office when he really just wants to see Y/N.

He latches onto her arm before she can get too far down the hallway, and Percy selfishly doesn't let go, even after she's turned to him with vague surprise in her eyes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he says, after a pronounced moment.

She smiles, but waits a bit before she speaks. "I didn't think it was anyone else. I can't say that many people tend to grab my arm where you do."

"I—sorry," he sputters, dropping his hand. God, he's an idiot. Y/N's teasing name-calling has more truth to it than she thinks.

She shrugs. "Nothing to be sorry for. Did you need something?"

"I—yes, actually, I'm a horrible friend and I deserve to go to best friend hell," Percy says, all in one breath. Y/N's watching him intently, like what he's saying is actually interesting, and there just aren't many people that look at him that way. Percy wants to kiss her.

"Best friend hell?" She raises one eyebrow, pressing her lips together to quell a smile. Percy wants to kiss her badly, it seems.

"Yes," he says, and it's too slow. His thoughts tend to turn to molasses when Y/N's near, lately. "Yes. I forgot Luke's birthday is tomorrow."

Her eyes brighten, and she hitches her backpack further up her shoulder. "Is it? How old is he? Nineteen?"

"Eighteen," Percy corrects. "But I have no clue what to do. Thalia says he just wants something small? Just the group."

"Why not just a get together at someone's house?" Y/N suggests. "Like a movie night?"

"We did that for Halloween, though; the guys did, anyways. I know you were trick-or-treating with your cousins, and Thalia with her little brothers and sister. I mean, eighteen is a big deal; I want it to be cool. For him."

Y/N nods, then cocks her head to the side. She reaches out and taps her knuckles against his sternum. Percy grips onto his backpack strap tighter than he ever has to keep himself from reaching up and catching her hand. "I like your shirt. And I think you should just ask yourself what Luke likes best. I think he'll appreciate whatever you come up with, Percy."

His mind's still reeling a little from Y/N's touch—even through fabric, honestly, but the small gesture was so natural and comfortable that his stomach is turning pleasantly. Percy is so, so here for casual touches from Y/N. "You think?"

"I know," she amends. "Just think. Luke likes us. Thalia, too."

"I think he more than 'likes' Thalia," Percy comments idly, and Y/N hums her agreement before she makes a vague hand motion as if to say 'what else?' "Uh, music. Obviously. Hair dye. Piercings. Cigarettes, sometimes?"

"Well, at least he can legally buy them now," Y/N replies. "We could sign him up for another open mic night."

Percy nods immediately, but then he grimaces. "No, he wants something small. Luke's birthdays are always pretty..."

"Intimate?" Y/N guesses. "Yeah, he seems like that kind of guy." She rests one shoulder against the nearest wall while she thinks, looking at the faded out blue paint. Percy likes a lot of things about Y/N, but her thinking face is top twenty, for sure. "Oh!" Y/N exclaims, expression lighting up. "A bonfire!"

"A... bonfire," Percy repeats in awe. He can see it now; dragging he and his mom's old firepit out of the shed in their backyard, asking everyone to chip in with a few lawn chairs, Luke sitting and playing guitar while the whole gang listens in, conversations carrying on here and there. "He'd love that. He's going to love that so much."

Y/N beams, nodding excitedly. "I hope so; it'll be so fun. How are we going to let everyone know without Luke overhearing?"

Percy leans against the wall, facing Y/N and crossing his arms. "I mean, we're already late to lunch," he says. The tardy bell rings overheard just to prove his claim. "He's definitely already there."

"We could text everyone?" Y/N proposes. "My phone's off, though, we'll have to use yours."

"You actually turn your phone off during school?" Percy questions. Y/N's such a stickler for the rules, it's impressive sometimes.

"I don't want my phone to ring in class. Like yours did six times in Chemistry."

"Was it really six?" Percy makes a little face as plucks his phone out of his pocket, but before he can get to work on drafting a text, Y/N pulls it from his grasp, entering in his password and humming to herself and she navigates to his messages. "Wha—how do you do that?"

"What, know your password to everything?" Y/N glances up at him, a smile in her eyes that doesn't make its way to her lips. "You're very predictable, Percy. Almost all of them are either your birth year, your graduation year, or your mom's birthday. Or 'swimming,'" she says, with humor.

"I bet all of your passwords are really complicated and impossible to remember," he grumbles.

"They're all some combination of the last four numbers of my Social Security number, my last name, or the name of what was my favorite song when I started needing passwords."

"The song being?"

"None of your business, that's what," Y/N shoots back, but Percy can tell that she's not telling him solely for the purpose of not telling him, and hardly because she wants it to remain a secret. "There. Everyone's all texted and good to go."

"Where would I be without you?" Percy asks, albeit rhetorically. The corner of Y/N's lips turn up when she lifts the shoulder that isn't pressed up against the wall. Percy's eyes catch on her lips—reddened from her bad habit of biting them—and he thinks that, if he had enough confidence, liking Y/N would be easy. Y/N probably likes guys that give off that composed vibe like she has; like they know exactly where they're going and what they're doing and why they're doing it. She probably likes guys that have initiative, and it sucks that Percy can't be that guy, really. It's not the first time that he wishes he had played football instead of hopping in a swimming pool, or dressed cooler than he does. He's still wearing the Converse he's had since the beginning of junior year, still wearing clothes he's had for years, still continuing on with his lame people skills and awful attempts at being charming.

"Come on," she says, tipping her head in the direction of the cafeteria. "We should go."

Percy would probably stand there in the hallway forever, sneaking covert glances at Y/N's lips and hands and collarbones, but, logically, that isn't the best course of action. He falls into step beside her, and there's probably not enough space between them, if their bumping hands are anything to go by.

Eventually, Percy just pushes his hand into his pocket. Better safe than thoroughly embarrassed, anyways.

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so i fear i got high last night and decided to try and edit/write prongs the temporary prefect lol... anyway, have been super busy all day and havent been able to read it. safe to say im scared. this is not the first time this has happened and prolly won't be the last.

however everytime i am writing high i always think its the best writing i have ever done and it's always the worst.

Wish me luck!

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Happy Birthday Edward IV!! 🥳🥳🥳 Max Irons as Edward IV feat. Richard III, George, Elizabeth and Richard, Duke of York in/sp

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Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones

Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

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ancient history meme | cities 4/4

Troy, with its 4,000 years of history, is one of the most famous archaeological sites in the world. The first excavations at the site were undertaken by the famous archaeologist Heinrich Schliemann in 1870. In scientific terms, its extensive remains are the most significant demonstration of the first contact between the civilizations of Anatolia and the Mediterranean world. Moreover, the siege of Troy by Spartan and Achaean warriors from Greece in the 13th or 12th century B.C., immortalized by Homer in the Iliad, has inspired great creative artists throughout the world ever since.

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