#Sally Ocean

[marinememes]

[motherofmandos]

Okay but the thing people aren’t talking about (and I need to talk about) is the Gods marked that box “Return to Sender.”

Let’s think this through. The gods knew what was in the box. (Athena was annoyed/insulted/whatever.) The gods who don’t just give demigods big scary weapons that might later be used against them? The gods did that?

The Gods. But no, not really. Just one God.

The God who didn’t like how that man laid hands on his boy. The God who rent the sky with rain each time Gabe degraded his son. The God who knew why Sally had to pick a man like that (probably told her to pick a man like that after the sundae incident) but caused the ground to shake each time that man laid a finger on his Queen.

Poseidon knew what kind of man Gabe was. And he had Hermes leave that box for Gabe to find. Poseidon let Gabe make the choice but Poseidon signed Gabe’s death warrant.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[demigods-posts]

just now. imagining percy before learning of his father as a god. remembering nothing of him but a face he couldn't name. a face he and his father shared. percy often wondering if they were similar in other ways. if his father liked wrapping his arms around mom while she packed s'mores for the campfire like he did. if his father liked long car rides to the beach while mom sang to whatever was playing on the radio like he did. if his father liked running along the beachside shore while the water crashed against his feet like he did. if the reason his father was lost at sea was because he wanted to immerse himself in all the ocean had to offer. if the waves were so captivating, he'd dive underneath the surface and search to his heart's content. if the reason he was lost was because he wanted to find himself. if faces were any indication, percy didn't know who he was. maybe his father felt that way too.

[holdfastperseus]

Logical for Sally x Poseidon

+Sally looking out at the sea & sitting in the rain to feel Poseidon’s presence

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

K, but one of those VR kids was Nico. Think about it, they probably don't have an actor for him yet but we all know Nico is there. Solution? Put a bunch of kids in full VR gear and when they cast the actor, have him wear the same outfit for the Lotus scenes.

also the all black car leaving the hotel? Hades picking up his kids from daycare. Hades said "Time for war? Bet. Lemme pick up my kids first."

[strangevante]

youth

"our coming of age has come and gone"

you're on your own, kid - taylor swift//little women(2019)//the lake - edgar allan poe//moonlight// white ferrari - frank ocean//call me by your name//normal people - sally rooney//the perks of being wallflower

[dreamypqulson]

— and i know we got some potential, cause that look you gave me was so gentle

summary: cordelia tutors you when you fall behind in your herbal class unbeknownst to her that the reason your so lost is because you can't take your mind off of her.

pairing: cordelia goode x reader

word count: 1200

a/n: i know i haven’t posted in awhile and i have requests that i have to write but this was just a little scrap that i’m deciding to post so nobody forgets about me! :)

It was awful, really. And you felt bad for it. For wasting her time. This is not going to help. If you needed some extra help in your herbal class, then you need assistance from Zoe, or Queenie, or Myrtle, someone who is not this woman.

It was comical, and you almost laughed right in her face when she ask you if you wanted her to tutor you later in the evening. You didn't need help. You were a smart and powerful which. You just needed her out of you head. There was too much of her to even pay attention to the task at hand.

And it hurt too. There was no denying that. With the many obvious signs that she was helplessly in love with you, you ignored them all. She's the supreme for god sakes. She was so close yet felt so out of your reach.

You were just wasting time in this goddamn greenhouse. Every minute with her counts, but right now, you were just staring straight at the wall behind her, daydreaming of what you could be doing instead. What— no, who you could be kissing and showing you truth to.

You hear her snapping and it pulls you out of your deep trances. It's honey brown eyes and hair golden in the moonlight that's shining through the roof window that you notice first. "Are you even listening?" She doesn't sound annoyed, but she's clearly had enough of this. All this. What even is this?

"I'm sorry, Miss Cordelia. I am, I just—"

"You don't have to call me that, ya know." It hurts too much to not call you it. If you call her Cordelia then it seems to real. She's not your mentor, not your supreme, she's Cordelia. And so you stand behind that Miss Cordelia barrier that you build. The one that Cordelia tries so hard to break down.

"I know." As you stare into her eyes so warm that you feel as though your melting, as they soften as they stare back at you, she cups you heated cheeks. You know that she feels how hot they are, you know that she knows what is going on with you, but still, she asks,

"What's really going on? You're one of my strongest witches, sweetie."

You truly want to tell her that she's so distracting because you've unwillingly fell in love with her. Because, then, maybe you'll be able to pay better attention in class. But instead you tell her, "I just haven't been sleeping right," sugarcoating your love for her and letting it melt in your mouth.

It's not a complete lie; because you cannot sleep when she walks by your room to assure that you are safe in bed. You cannot sleep when you've see her only an hour before your rest in a simple pajama slip. Milky silk and see-through if it were any thinner.

"We should make you a sleeping potion then." She knows your lying, but she is not going to force you to be honest. That's not what she is here for. She just wants you to be ready. She would wait forever for you to tell her how you feel.

And then she's gathering the ingredients. Patting around the greenhouse as soft as a spring day, and you have to look to see if she is even walking. Look to see that she's not flying around instead of walking like an angel that you could mistake her to be.

She stands behind you and her arms are locking you in between the table and her body. She's wearing a nightgown like every other night and you can feel her breasts press against your back. Your breath hitches and you think she notices because she asks if you're okay. You nod, because you cannot speak, you cannot do anything besides stand there as if you were built with cement.

Her blonde hair falls against your shoulder and you get a strong whiff of her lavender shampoo. She smells so sweet and you feel like you are being embraced by a fresh pastry.

"Do you remember one of the key ingredients for our sleeping potion?" She tests you, because she knows that the day she taught this, her shirt seemed to be just a little shorter cut than usual. She knows you weren't paying attention to sleep and potions and herbs that day.

"Um...," you feel so pathetic for not knowing. So useless. "No, not really."

She smiles still. You can hear it in her voice, "That's just alright. Chamomile is one of the main ingredients." She speaks softly and begins grinding the chamomile into the mixture. Her freckled arms rub against yours with each movement. Bare skin against bare, and you yearn for more.

These emotions are too strong for your body to handle. They cannot fit as you are too much already filled with Cordelia. You are going to explode if you don't let it out somehow. And so you stand there and permit silent tears to roll down your face.

You assume that Cordelia won't notice, but a warm tear ends up landing on her hand and she cannot stand there and pretend that it didn't happen. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, but the only way she knows to make everything better is to be upfront and loving.

She grabs your waist, gently, and turns your body so your facing her now. It's so close; you can feel her soft breath against your face and her legs are practically intertwined with yours. "I don't want you to lie to me anymore," she doesn't sound angry still, just so desperate. And you know you look a mess right now but she thinks you're so pretty.

"I don't think I know how to not do that," more tears fall down. You are so afraid because you know that it's too far this time. There is no going back to what you once were with Cordelia just an hour before this.

"Show me?"

Your trembling hands cup her cheeks this time, smooth beneath your palm. You don't want to pull her forward, you need her to show you that she isn't the supreme right now. You always need her.

"It's okay," she merely whispers, nods, and smiles softly. And you forget about you fears, about the sugarcoated emotions on your tongue. You lean forward and everything's so fuzzy and blurry around you; like a fever dream, but it's oh so real.

She moans into your mouth. She sounds so pretty against you. It's the perfect combination of her vanilla chapstick and your strawberry one to create the sweetest taste.

Her hands are still on your waist and she pulls back, but only her lips so she can rest her forehead against yours. "Not so scary, right?"

"Well i'm scared that I just fucked everything up."

She shakes her head and smiles delicately at you. "You didn't fuck anything up. I would've been out the door by now." Your laugh and hers are a soft melody that echo against the four walls of the greenhouse. She grabs your hands and tangles her slim fingers with yours. "I. love. you."

"Promise me that it's what you want." You still can't believe it. But you can't have it if it's not real.

"It's what I always wanted. What I wanted when I met you. What I want, still, now."

"Then you should know that I always wanted it. I love you too. So much."

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[hitokas-gf]

anyway, don’t be a stranger.

harry styles / adampvrrish / holly warburton / mitski / sally rooney / slugspoon / anne carson / frank ocean / rainesford stauffer / taylor swift

[whenuwishuponastar]

Catch me if you can, working on my tan, Salvatore

(Reposting this to see wich hour is the best to post - comissions are open)

[awesome-shoes-with-wings]

Son of Sally

Link to the Speedpaint Post and straight to the Youtube Video.

[faecaribou]

i love taking those Percy Jackson "Which Greek God is your Parent" quizzes but I usually get Poseidon and I need to know if I'm a basic bitch so

obviously when the quiz is like "choose: do you like the SEA or the COLD EXPANSE OF DEATH" and its super obvious I pick other options or leave the quiz but when they are actually subtle with the choices, I get fucking Poseidon

also! i did not put Hera or Hestia or Artemis as an option on purpose. Other means im expecting to see like minor gods.

[askpercyandsally]

Aquariums yes or no?

Yes?

Um, I'm not sure I understand the question... (Sally: I think they're asking if you like aquariums.) Oh. Uh, well I never been to one before, but I'd like to! I know they have penguins there. And fish.

(Sally: An aquarium can also be someone's personal fish tank. It's not necessarily a big one you have to pay to go to like we have in New York.)

... That's confusing. Why do they have the same names?

(Sally: I'm not sure.)

[stellesappho]

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[bebepoodle]

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[punkeropercyjackson]

If you like Lorgan Lerman as Percy,you're not allowed to speak on Walker's Scobell's name.We're still recovering from the damage Double L did to Percy's perception both by the public and in fan content and Walker's healing us by making Percy an actual troubled kid and unconventional hero instead of a John Green protagonist with no interesting relathionships or powers and a side of greek mythology that's innacurate and not even fun about it.Logan's got L for both initials and Walker's name starts with a W for a reason,prophecy

[patheticesque]

Tanah Lot (1992), photographed by Sally Gall.