#I'll be back at it asap

[backwards-blackbird]

Possibly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel of this heinous transitional period at work. I think life is about to get a little easier 🤞

Then... I can draw again. And, you know, generally live normally again. SOON

[claitea]

dubious little creature getting up to mischief

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Percy was left as the long guard of the creek boarder. One week into camp, barely any weapons training, and he was given the important job of stopping Red Team from crossing the boarder.

Something was off.

Studying the tree line, Percy discarded his shield - heavy, burdensome thing, it was more likely to get Percy killed than protect him - only to hear the sharp snap of a dead branch. He whirled towards the noise, back to the stream and hand on the pommel of his sword.

Someone was watching him.

But who? Percy's thoughts raced. He had very few allies here at camp; Grover, Luke (but he was going after the flag despite a loud argument with Annabeth that he overheard), maybe some of the other Hermes cabin kids? But he had made far more enemies than allies so far-

Unless... his eyes turned upward as he searched for a sign of an owl.

Percy always had weird dreams. Dreams of a breathtakingly sad woman he called Mother, a dark man in red he called Father, and a woman in armor who taught him to fight. For a long time, the dreams were vague, like he was peering through morning fog off the ocean. Then he reached camp, and the dreams were clear. He could see his Mother's face now, and dreamed about her chatting with his mom in the after life. He knew his Father's love, a father who'd been lost at sea for years before finally coming home. He knew his friend's name.

Athena.

There were no birds in the branches, nor any feathers on the ground. But he wasn't alone, because he could still hear the soft swish of fabric against fabric. Percy tightened his grip. "Show yourself," he demanded. The noise of the forest faded in his mind as Percy tried to triangulate the sound. "I know you're watching me. Show yourself!" A sharp gasp, quickly muffled. Percy glared in that direction. "I can see you..."

"What!?" Abruptly, Annabeth appeared. It wasn't like she jumped out of the trees, or a bush, but she literally wasn't there one second, and was there the next. Annabeth stormed over to Percy, scowling. "What do you mean, you can see me!? How did you do that?"

Percy stared back at her blankly, then snorted. "I was lying, and you fell for it." He held back from laughing in her face, but just barely. She wasn't his friend, but when she was angry like this, her eyes looked just like...

Annabeth reared back, a ruddy flush blooming over her cheeks and down her neck. "Well, good job! Liar." She sneered, slapping her baseball cap in her hand. "You're supposed to be guarding. What were you even doing, looking for me?"

"I wasn't looking for you- Actually, why are you here? I thought you'd be too busy micromanaging your plan to win-" Percy stopped, thought, and reassessed, coming to an unfortunate yet obvious conclusion. "...That's exactly what you're doing. I'm the plan. You're using me as bait." No wonder Luke was so mad!

Annabeth crossed her arms. "I am not!"

"You want those Ares kids to focus on kicking my butt instead of capturing our flag! You're practically sacrificing me!"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, you're being dramatic. I'm not going to let them hurt you."

"You're not the one they want to kill!" Percy snapped.

Through the brush on the other side of the stream, five Ares kids, led by the big bully herself, Clarisse, crashed into their argument. Clarisse's ringing "Cream the punk!" signalling of his and Annabeth's very unfortunate team up.

[enasalenaste]

they're talking MAD shit. for the record

[nights-at-crystarium]

The fun thing about ViviEmet: they aren't there fully for each other. Emet's 100% selfish in pursuit of Azem, tolerating this thing meanwhile, Vivi's 50% actually selfless and empathic for Emet, 50% selfish in pursuit of his coveted freedom. In this essay I will-

[creepesthesia]

this took 5 hours of my free time after an all-nighter and my internship shift (honestly it shows.... yikes). but! at least i can take part in #hugWitness by @bioluminosity !! does this count as a hug? i'm not that good with drawing characters interacting. ouch. anyway i wanted something cute there it is ig

[lazylittledragon]

shop update!!

mini restock for the steddie/stobin stickers and the dungeons and fashions set is delayed until tomorrow (completely my fault, i ordered it over the weekend and it didn't have enough time to get here by today)

also if you've had the shipping notification, things should be arriving soon!! please tag me when it does bc i want to see the blorbos in their new homes <33

[dsofi427]

The writers of Criminal Minds making Reid go through more shit in the last episode of season 15:

[mesherew]

I've had this sketch sitting in my wip folder for months now so i slapped on some colors real quick

[karleksmumskladdkaka]

It's time to wrap up the Grand Edition special booklet with the second short story (๑•̀ㅂ•́)ง✧

In this one, Yui and the Mukamis spend three nights investigating the rumor going around Ryōtei Academy about a ghost haunting its premises. Using the tried and true "Let's Split Up, Gang!" method of investigation, a reluctant Yui is paired with a different brother each night as they attempt to get to the bottom of the mystery.

Enjoy (ﾉ*^∇^)ﾉ♡

[purple-babygirl]

here's what i'm gonna do because peace of mind is not easy to maintain:

I'm gonna delete every single hateful ask I've gotten and can find because neither I nor you guys deserve that much negativity.

I'm not gonna reply to any type of hate ever again, I don't care if I make a change.

I'm gonna go off tumblr for a while because it has gotten too much for me.

[ariddletobesolved]

of preferences and headcanons.

Hi! I know I haven't posted real content in over a year, but since I've been on Tumblr the past week, I can't help but notice a discourse happening on Helsa tag.

I believe as a community, we should all respect other people's takes and opinions, especially in a fandom, where everyone may perceive things differently. Everyone has their own preferences that not everyone could get or understand, and that is okay. For example, and also to address the elephant in the room, if you prefer a ship (in this case, Helsa) to not be canon, it's totally fine. And if you would love for it to be canon, then that is fine too. It's not okay when you try to tell people how they must feel towards a certain media (in this case, Frozen) and tell fellow shippers they're not a true shipper just because they don't share the same preferences as you do. Stating an opinion of your preference is not the same as telling others to change that preference to suit the one that you like.

"I would prefer to not have them to be canon."

"If you're a true fan, you would have done THIS instead!"

See how different those two sentences are? The first one is neutral, while the other one is more demanding.

Honestly, I want to respect both, but I believe respect is earned and not given, and if the person is being disrespectful then I will return the disrespect back to their faces. Treat people the way you want be treated, remember?

I've been in between fandoms for over a decade, so I've come across discourses over headcanons and preferences plenty of time. Here's a reminder: Be respectful! It's not hard if you recognise that everyone perceive things differently and that the world doesn't revolve around you and your opinions only. You can always agree to disagree.

Being respectful also means being respectful to fanartists and fanwriters. Have some decency and refrain from using someone else's works without their permission (it's not hard to ask!). Just because you found it on Google does not mean it's public domain. As for appreciating fanwriters, you can start by reading what you want to read. You can start by filtering keywords and tropes or genres that you don't like. AO3 has a tagging system for a reason. If you don't pay attention to the tags, don't blame the writer for writing what they want to write and not how you want it. They create contents for free and you are not the boss of them. If you want something that specifically suits your taste buds, you can commission them.

Learn how to differentiate between what's canon and what's your own headcanon and interpretations, what's canon and what's a mere concept. Maybe you're reading too much into it, maybe it's in your head. Headcanons are fun, being delulu is literally my middle name, but not everything that you perceive is canon. You can disregard canon (like I do, most of the time) but you have to be clear about it, and draw a hard line to separate them, label them with 'canon divergence' or 'canon compliance' (you can look up each definition). A concept that did not make into the final product can hardly be considered canon.

This fandom community is supposed to be a safe space for everyone regardless their reason in shipping Helsa (be it because of their appealing aesthetics or others) as long as they're being respectful to each other. I didn't think I would be here writing all these to address the bad apples. Sure, the bad apples are always there in every community, but when these bad apples are the loud majority, I feel like I have to say something to clear up some misconceptions about this fandom. Helsa fandom isn't exactly popular, even back in the day, and it's mostly because shippers of other ships and fandom purists have already assumed the worst when they interacted with the ship before they did the shipper, which once again is out of the shippers' control.

From my experience, name-calling fellow shippers over these niche stuff will drive people away and discourage some creators from creating content (I already am on this stage). So, in my opinion, let's just agree to disagree. It's probably just me, but it's not like we have the power to make the writers write what we want anyway (Frozen 2 is already a proof that they would write what they want to write).

[ladysomething]

OH MY GOD FORZA CHARLES FORZA FERRARI GIRL IDK BUT I THINK YOU BEING ILL WAS A SACRIFICE FOR CHARLIE TO WIN THIS RACE

FORZE FERRARI SEMPRE

we collectively sacrificed a wygig chapter this week for a Charles win and it was so worth it

[cor-lapis]

BIG NEWS!!

lobsterland is in business! The store will be open from 17.12.23 to 10.01.24, and I'll be donating 50% of profits to UNICEF's Children of Gaza crisis appeal. I'd be happy if you could check it out!

(p.s. In "note to seller" at checkout, give me a character (any media), and I'll throw in a surprise 6.6)

[skepticalcatfrog]

If I do a reread of TVD/OVE soon I might live blog it. Chat how do we feel about this

[jdorian]

Fuck It Friday ☔️

I was tagged by @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @wikiangela and @jeeyuns thank youuu 💛

Aside from some editing, my Christmas fics are all done and now I can slowly return to my main wips, so I thought I'll post a snippet from Eddie's pov in the mudslide fic (most of that part is just too spoilery and I rarely share from it, but this bit was waiting to come out for a while now, so here 🫶).

He mostly thought about Christopher; imagined him waking up in the morning, pestering Buck for breakfast and news he couldn't give, going to school and coming home, sitting at the dining table, doing his homework… Just normal things.

He would’ve given anything to be with them right now. To walk out of his room in the morning and see Buck’s sleep-rumpled face, his curls flat on top of his head, his smile lazy and crooked and his bare feet on Eddie’s living room carpet.

To watch the tattoos shift on Buck’s naked shoulders as he stretched and to hear his hoarse voice as he mumbled out a quiet “morning” on his way to the bathroom. To smell the scent of his overnight sweat still lingering on his skin while making their coffees side by side, waiting for Christopher to finally shuffle out of his room for breakfast.

To hear the sleepy mumble stifled in his own ribs as Chris gave him his good morning hug and see the toothy grin tugging at his lips as Buck entertained him throughout breakfast, making him giggle with his silly facts and jokes.

To yell “come on, we're gonna be late” at the front door as Chris ran back inside for a book he forgot and then to yell again after Chris was back but Buck just realised he had left his phone on the kitchen counter.

To sit in the car and talk about after-school plans and listen to the radio on a low volume before dropping Chris off with a hug each and then to bundle back into the truck and head to work together, barely just having enough time to stop for one of those creamy coffee monstrosities Buck liked so much — that somehow Eddie learned to like too, only if to indulge in the fantasy of what Buck’s lips would taste like on his own.

✨no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @nmcggg @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @rainbow-nerdss