#and there were some little in between stuff like carry on and pjo

[fiendslothful]

Oh shit, Given finished? Like it's done? Damn.

[sokkas-honour]

Can I have a YJ, ATLA, LOK, Voltron and MCU ship please? I'm 5'2, 220 lbs, have short brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses. I'm a major geek and a Ravenclaw. Outwardly confident but insecure on the inside. I love HP, PJO, Star Wars, and anything superheroes. I'm a Leo, a MAJOR fan girl, and love music (my playlist has over 1000 songs). I'm super sarcastic, and I quote things often. I have a movie and fanfic addiction. Love reading. Huge nerd. I'm the oldest of my siblings and an ENFP.

Forgot to mention, I'm bi, and would like romantic ships please :-) (2/2)

leos unite 😌 hopefully you like it :)) i used different parts for différents characters fyi

-> ship masterpost

for atla, i ship you with..

ty lee !!

loves seeing you thrive & be confident, it allows her to make it easy for her to introduce you to every single person that she meets, constantly insisting that you’ll love them and that they absolutely need to meet you.

however, when you open up to her about your insecurities, she’s a little bit taken back at first as the thought never crossed her mind, your aura usually not contracting the image you put on.

but she always makes sure she’s there in case you ever want to talk about them. letting you air out your feeling in a safe space, with no judgement.

however, she always makes sure you know that everything you may dislike about yourself she absolutely loves it. everything you might see as a flaw never even crossed her mind in any negative light.

does her best to make sure you knew how much she loved you, constantly dropping reasons as to why you mean the world to her.

for lok, i ship you with..

bolin !!

loves hearing you talk passionately about any of your interests. is the type of guy to fully pay attention, even if it isn’t his cup of tea, and he’ll even interact with questions or comments so he knows that you know that he’s invested in whatever you’re saying.

loves trying to guess where your quotes came from, he’s usually able to accurately guess thanks to him actually paying attention to absolutely anything you say.

so many hugs from this dude so hopefully you’re alright with physical affection or else he’d go as far as you’re okay with it as he’ll always respect your boundaries. you came home from work? big hug. spent an hour away from him? big hug. feeling down? big hug.

for young justice, i ship you with...

wally west !!

will geek out all the time with you, wether it’s something he personally knows about or not.

will talk your ear off about stuff he knows science wise and, if you have any problems with the subject, he’s the first to volunteer to attempt to help you understand but study sessions will go from being 100% into the subject to just making out, all depends on how wally’s feeling.

makes sure to get all the collectables/memorabilia for any of your fandoms for any of the holidays where he can have an excuse to spoil you.

both of you go to conventions all the time and wally absolutely loves it. makes sure you get to see every panel you wanted to, he’ll carry you to make sure you two are always the firsts ones there.

knows practically every reply to your quotes, so it’s just banter between the two of you with various movie quotes.

for voltron, i ship you with...

romelle !!

loves hearing you rant about earth things that she clearly has no idea what it’s about but still adores just hearing you talk with passion.

she also wants to learn stuff about earth on the way so some days, she’ll even come directly to you to ask you about things.

she’ll be like “oooo what were you talking about yesterday?? star something ??”

“star wars ?” “yes!! tell me more about it!!”

honestly critisces how stupid the premise is and how not logical it is considering she grew up on what earth considered an alien planet but still finds it interesting to hear you talk about it.

you’ll also pry info from her on altea during cuddling sessions but she’s a bit more reluctant to go full out. but you’ll do things where you might play her a song and then she’ll tell you a bit of information, kind of sharing bits and pieces from your lives before meeting each other.

for mcu, i ship you with...

loki !!

is kind of confused at first at your obsessions with things but still was supportive. bought you harry potter merch without even seeing the movies because he knew it’d make you smile

so of course you force him to sit down and watch every single one, back to back, marathon style.

he still is a bit confused at the end but he’s now a lot less confused whenever you go on rants about it.

scoffs at you when you talk about how great the avengers are, finding them rather puny in his eyes. nonetheless, he loves the idea of you talking about him in such grandor so he’ll be like “well yes, technically, i am a “superhero” as you call it.”

and i mean you don’t deny it bc it’s cute to see loki a bit jealous at your marvel towards his brother and his teammates. (hehe marvel)

[miraclesnail]

Writer’s Month Day 14: Fairy Tale

Fandom: PJO

An AU where Connor grew up on Camp Jupiter while Travis is still on Camp Half Blood.

Fairy tale. His life is a fairy tale. A world filled with monster and magic. Dragons and witches. One-eyed behemoths and spell-casting sirens. It’s a fairy tale, but not fully. There’s no strong prince or princess to save the country. There’s no kind king or queen. There’s no knight in shining armor. It’s just him and him alone (No, wait, that sounds wrong) against this big, cold world.

Oh.

He and the wolf.

Only the strong survive, she says.

He’s not strong. (but somebody is out there waiting for him so he needs to survive. He will become strong. He will get through this.)

And he did.

When Connor was four, he survived the Wolf House, traveled to Camp Jupiter, and became a Roman soldier. 

Years pass. It’s not so bad at Camp Jupiter. Sure, there’s little annoyances here and there: like, Octavian always glaring at him, him being stuck in the fifth cohort, his inability to learn Latin that well, his weird preferences for the Greek names over the Roman ones, and the most annoying of all, an itching, indescribable feeling that somebody is waiting for him. Somebody… which is ridiculous.

He nobody outside of Camp Jupiter so he doesn’t understand this feeling. 

He barely has anybody here at camp.

Almost everybody hates him for some reason. There’s this rampant avoidance most of the legionnaire has towards him even among the outcast of the fifth cohort. 

His only friends are Gwen, Dakota, and Jason. But Gwen is busy as a centurion, Dakota is also busy as a centurion and Jason is missing. So the time he used to spend by playing board games or karaoke with the others is now spent alone. Most days he sneaks out of the camp to search for Jason. Some days he stalks Reyna or Octavian to see if they’re harboring secrets. And rarely, but every now and then, he rolls himself in his blankets and sleep.

It’s during one of those rare days that he finally meets Nico Di Angelo, the other child of Ha— Pluto like Hazel. Nico has been visiting as their ambassador for months now, but it’s like fate was keeping them apart. His plans to introduce himself was always thwarted by Reyna assigning him a task or some saty— faun asking him for help. Or maybe it wasn’t fate. Maybe it was just coincidence. (Nothing is ever a coincidence.)

“Let me put away my books and we can go to New Rome.”

“So this is your living quarters. It’s … nice.”

“Yeah, isn’t it?”

Connor lifts a corner of his blankets up and squints at the two bodies, one voice familiar and the other not so much. “Hazel?” he says.

One of the body startles. “Connor, hey, what are you doing here? Are you okay?”

He slinks off his bed, blankets crumpled into a pile, and stretches with hands locked over his head. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just taking a cat nap.”

“You were slacking off, weren’t you?” Hazel tuts in disapproval, a hand on her hip. Beside her, the stranger stiffens. 

“Nah, I finish all my duties first. I would never, ever dream of incurring Reyna’s wrath,” he says lightheartedly with a slight smile.

He turns to the newcomer and welp. He can tell. They’re not going to get along. The boy, maybe his age or younger, is wide-eyed, jaws clenched. His hands are trembling in a fist by his side and Connor made himself be very aware of the dagger sheathed on the kid’s belt. His own weapon is a few feet away under his pillow. There’s a window directly to his right four feet away and two doors, one behind and in front of the barracks, for his exit. Not that it’ll do anything against shadow traveling, but it doesn’t help to be aware of all his exits.

“Hi, my name is Connor. I don’t think we ever met,” he says and holds out a hand. 

It wasn’t reciprocated.

And Connor lowers his hand back to his side.

Hazel peeks curiously between them, unsurely muttering the kid’s name (Nico) in concern. Nico snaps out of whatever trance he was in and coughs behind a hand which he stuffs into the pockets of his black leather jacket. “Sorry about that,” he mutters. 

Connor smiles brightly. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.” No, it’s not. I never met you. Why di you react that way? That hurts. That really, really hurts. “It must be the bed hair. I know it terrifies everybody every morning.”

And he laughs really loudly to fill the awkward silence. Nobody laughs with him, so he lets it die. Nico is still staring at him with wide eyes albeit less intensity.

Hesitantly, Nico asks, “Con… nor, right?”

“Yup, that’s my name.”

Nico eyes him up and down again. “Do you… are you… your face looks familiar. I am certain I met you before. Do you have a twin?”

Ah. He knows what must have happened. Octavian or some fucknut probably had some child of Hekate mist them to look like him and screw with Nico. Despicable, but he isn’t surprised. It happens all the time. If he can only secure solid proof, he might be able to stop the impersonations. It’s going to get him killed one day. (And he can’t die yet. Someone is waiting for him.)

With a beaming smile, he answers, “Yeah, no. I’m an only child. You probably mistook me for someone else.”

Except, no, that is wrong.

He knows it’s wrong the moment the words “only child” cross his mouth.

He’s not an only child. (Someone)

And when he sees a stranger with sea-green eyes and black hair, carrying a lady on his back and crossing the Little Tiber, when he runs over to help him, when they lock eyes, when the sea-green eyes widen in surprise, when the lady (Goddess) own eyes widen too but in panic, when a name not his own passes through the stranger’s lips, when the name punches a hole into his gut that he keels over gasping, he knows. 

He’s not an only child.

               “Travis?”

[ahomeganeyatsu]

I just thought of a PJO AU where Lucas is a son of Poseidon and Eliott is a son of Apollo. So here’s some headcanons (I think). It got longer than I expected. 

Lucas hated that his powers responded to his emotions. He learned how to keep them in check because weird stuff just kept happening around him when his emotions were too high. It wasn't until he got into Camp Half-Blood and Poseidon claimed him that things started making sense. He learned to control it but sometimes things still happen, especially when one son of Apollo was around.

He didn't know how to describe Eliott other than that his parentage was fitting. The guy was the literal sun in Lucas opinion. He radiated warmth and energy and every time he smiled at him, Lucas worried he’d go blind from how bright it was.

It was just unfair that Lucas had to be careful not to have any form of water near him whenever he talked to Eliott. The boys still hadn’t stopped teasing him about the whole soda fiasco. Really, it was all Eliott’s fault with the whole “not necessarily a girl” comment and giving him that loaded look he dared not to interpret in fear of getting his hopes up.

Then the Arthur thought it brilliant to leave one of his magical spheres lying around in the Hecate Cabin and Eliott was suddenly a raccoon. None of the Hecate kids wanted to revert the spell arguing Eliott would turn back on his own in three days. All of Eliott’s siblings were suddenly busy and Lucas was the only one left to raccoon-sit him. He wouldn’t have minded to be honest. It was nice having company in the Poseidon Cabin. Except it was kind of hard not to let his feelings spill over when Eliott was being such an adorable dork and over all sweet and affectionate in this form. And well, waking up cuddled next to him, albeit a raccoon, wasn’t helping matters either.

He tried not to read in too much on Eliott wanting to spend time with him during those three days. Or the little snacks he manages to steal from the Hermes Cabin to give to Lucas.

He did tease him about the Hermes Cabin claiming him to be an unofficial mascot though. It really did say something about Eliott when they didn’t retaliate when he stole from them.

From there, things started to get a little weird.

Lucas found himself in situations that stuck him with Eliott with increasing frequency.

Dish duty. Training the younger kids. Capture the flag. Three-legged races in the Labyrinth. Rock climbing the lava wall. Even arts and crafts, which Lucas didn’t mind much to be honest. Then, there was the Hephaestus kids testing the new net trap on them, the handcuffs from the Aphrodite kids, the renga curse from the Apollo kids, and that hedgehog spell from the Hecate kids.

He had a suspicion what they were up to. It wasn’t until he heard the Hermes kids collecting bets that he realized the whole camp had been trying to set them up.

Lucas didn’t understand. It wasn’t like Eliott like liked him. Lucas was well, Lucas. The only thing impressive about himself was his being a son of Poseidon and his knack of bursting the pipes in the bathrooms when he got anxious. He wasn’t beautiful and kind and great and talented like Eliott. Why in the world would Eliott like him? It just didn’t compute in Lucas’ mind.

The only thing that made sense was that they were playing with his own feelings. That they thought it was fun to see Lucas floundering and keeping his powers in control. He didn’t like this one bit. He wasn’t going to serve as the camp’s entertainment. They had no right getting into his business, making bets about his damned feelings and dragging Eliott into this when he didn’t even have feelings for Lucas. Eliott was with that Roman kid. A daughter of Venus, Lucy-something-or-whatever? They were pretty close from what he remembered. So, yeah, the camp should just leave him alone.

As a son of Poseidon, Lucas had a reputation not to be messed with. Everyone knew not to get on his bad side. He was as unforgiving and unpredictable as the sea. Despite his small frame, Lucas was strong enough to take on the Ares Cabin, even the Athena kids found him difficult to deal with on the battlefield. When the latest scheme was in motion, this time from the Demeter Cabin, and Eliott got hurt, Lucas made it very clear that he wanted them to stop. That he wasn’t some puppet they can tug the threads and serve as a show for everyone to watch. He didn’t exist to amuse them, to have them meddle with his life. That Eliott didn’t deserve any of this mess. The lake’s water rising above him and just waiting to crash on all of them was an obvious enough sign for everyone to back off and quit it.

After Lucas had gotten Eliott to the infirmary. He spent the night somewhere in Long Island Sound, hanging out with the fishes and a herd of hippocampi that decided to visit, not wanting to face the camp in the dining pavilion that dinner. Or see Eliott, too ridden with guilt that he wouldn’t have been hurt if not for Lucas.

When he finally comes back after four days, the whole camp just about celebrated and lined up to apologize to him.

He was grumpy about it, but forgave them provided they don’t do it again.

He didn’t see Eliott and the next days, Lucas came to notice that the past few weeks, he had spent more time with Eliott than the last three summers he spent in camp. Now that the whole camp had ceased their meddling, Lucas barely saw the older teen at all. They pass by each other, say hi, but other than that, nothing.

The summer was ending and everyone was going back to their homes the next day. They have their usual bonfire with the Apollo kids leading the campfire songs and the others requesting. There was dancing and as usual the Hermes kids managed to smuggle in some real alcohol and spiked the drinks. It was a larger event with their Roman guests visiting. Lucas enjoyed his time with the boys and the girls. They were laughing at Basile and his latest failure at asking out Daphne, a daughter of Demeter.

Yann was regaling them with a story of his budding relationship with a daughter Hebe when the crowd shushed all of a sudden.

Lucas turned to look at what held everyone’s attention. He found his eyes being led to the center of the amphitheater where the bonfire was and so were most of the Apollo kids. Lucas blinked when he finally saw what had everyone quieting.

It was Eliott. If it had been anyone else, people wouldn't have gone silent. But this was Eliott and he was holding a guitar. Lucas had learned early on that Eliott was the only Apollo kid that didn't sing or play an instrument. He didn’t remember him ever joining his siblings during bonfires to sing and play for the other campers. So seeing him, standing with his siblings and holding a guitar was more than just a shock.

He addressed the crowd, saying hello and introducing himself, as if everyone didn’t already know who he was. Then, his stormy-grey eyes zeroed in on Lucas and the son of Poseidon’s cheeks burnt at that intense gaze on him. “I wrote this song for a certain someone,” Eliott said, hand rubbing nervously on his nape, and the crowd hoots with cheers for him. “I’m hoping it’s obvious enough he’ll notice this is for him.” There was a scattering of laughs in the audience and Lucas felt his friends’ gazes on him.

The son of Apollo cleared his throat and his fingers strum the strings of his guitar experimentally, testing it out. Lucas watched as Eliott seemed to psyche himself up. He took a breath and lifted his head once again. His eyes found Lucas and he didn’t break eye contact as he started to play earnestly.

Hearing Eliott sing, it was an experience. Lucas couldn’t put it into words. Everything seemed to fade away. There was just the song and Eliott. His voice carried power and it was filled with so much emotion and you couldn’t help but feel them too.

It took him the whole first verse, but Lucas knew the song was about him. As it progressed he caught multiple references to times they spent together, inside jokes between the two of them and that one whispered confession when he thought Eliott had been asleep.

At the end of the song, Lucas heart was beating so fast and hard he feared it would crack his ribcage and burst forth from this chest. His face was flushed and his cheeks wet from the tears he didn’t realize had escaped from his eyes. He had a tight grip on his control, not wanting to have any of the drinks bursting like geysers on his fellow campers. Eliott was still staring at him and he shot him a nervous but genuine smile. Lucas returned it shakily, mind still reeling from what Eliott had just done. The applause from the crowd went ignored between the two of them. Their eyes only broke away from each other when one of Eliott’s siblings had thrown an arm over his shoulder and ruffled his hair and soon the others had followed, showering the teen with praises. Lucas allowed himself to watch for just a few more beats before finally tearing his eyes away from them. He stood up and excused himself from his friends. He needed time to process what the hell had just happened. It was a testament to their friendship that they didn’t ask, just patted him on the back and told him not to stay out too late so the cleaning harpies won’t get him.

He sat at the lake shore, staring at the moon’s reflection on the waters. If the song was anything to go by, it meant that Eliott did hold feelings for him. He still can’t wrap his mind around it. Still can’t reconcile the two things together. Just how?

He didn’t know how long he had been there, but he heard the sound of footsteps and sensed the air being displaced. He didn’t need to look to know who had sat right next to him. Eliott bumped their arms and Lucas turned his head a bit to look at him.

“You left the party,” Eliott said. It’s a statement but Lucas could hear the why the older teen didn’t voice.

“I needed a bit of quiet,” Lucas told him. “Needed to think.”

Eliott bit his lip, swallowed and let out quiet sigh. His tongue darted to wet his chapped lips. Lucas blue eyes traced every movement. “About what?” he finally asked.

Lucas had always been impulsive when it came around Eliott. He had always been careful with what he says, turning the words round and round in his head before voicing them. With Eliott, Lucas sometimes loses his control. He was blunter. Eliott had grown used to it but when the words “I like you” pass through Lucas’ lips in that hushed voice, he looked surprised. “Quite a lot,” the shorter teen added. “So, if that song wasn’t what I think it was, you honestly have to work on that ambiguity of yours or else that’s going to get you in a lot of trouble. Also, I’m going to shove you into that lake. Tread very carefully, Demaury.”

Eliott let out a surprised laugh. Lucas can’t help the way the sound tugged a smile at the corner of his lips. “I’m being serious here!” Lucas shoved him without much strength but he was snickering now too.

“I know! I know!” Eliott giggled. His eyes were nearly invisible with how much he was smiling, his teeth visible and the corner of his eyes etched with crow’s feet. “It is, you know,” he slid closer to the younger boy and bumped his shoulder against Lucas’. “The song.”

The soft “Okay” was Lucas’ only reply.

Eliott’s face softened and he returned it. An equally soft, “Okay” that sounded more of a breath than anything.

They smile at each other and Lucas was the first to look away, choosing to stare at the lake surface instead. Eliott took after his lead and turned to it as well. They exchange no other words. They sat there, the distant sound of their fellow campers in the amphitheater and the various sounds of nature serving as their background. When Eliott reached for his hand, Lucas didn’t move away. He relished the feeling of Eliott’s warm palm and their twined fingers. The perfectness of how Eliott’s larger hand cradling his slighter hand didn’t go unnoticed. It felt like two puzzle pieces slotting into place. He squeezed Eliott’s hand and let his head fall onto taller teen’s shoulder. And in that moment, everything was right.

[the-ronan-cycle]

Diverse Book Recs

I recently typed up a list of books for a friend who said she’d stopped reading because she couldn’t find diverse/queer books. This list is predominately focused on queer diversity but there’s also lot’s of super awesome ladies and poc here too. The list is also in two parts, the first are all books that I’ve read myself and include me trying to give a summary, content warnings (If I can remember, I can’t guarantee they’re all exhaustive.) and a rating. The second part has books on my to read list that, to my knowledge, have queer characters. All of the titles are linked to their goodreads page.

I Was Born For This - Alice Oseman

A Hijabi ace fangirl goes to London on a week long trip to meet her internet friend and go to the concert of her favourite band. Jimmy, the trans, gay, mixed race, mentally ill singer for said band is figuring out how growing up famous has changed himself and his friends. They cross paths and stuff happens. A really interesting look into fan culture, both the good and the bad. Really fun characters and relationships. Written by the same person who does the Heartbreaker webcomic. CW: alcoholic behavior, brief mention of unintentional trans outing 4.5/5

The Raven Cycle - Maggie Stiefvater

Welsh mythology meets small town Virginia. Gorgeous, poetic writing by Stiefvater tells the surreal story of a group of teenagers on the search for a lost welsh king and wish foretold if one wakes him. Along the way they discover the power of ley lines, dreams, and ~friendship~. One of the main characters (my favourite character) is canon queer (he’s into a girl and guy but like, the word bi isn’t explicitly said) and one of the other main characters is canon gay. It’s a difficult story to describe but it’s such a fascinating read. CW: child abuse, alcohol and drug abuse, there’s a scene in the second book that I think the author confirmed was sexual assault 5/5

Shades of Magic Series - V.E. Schwab

Avatar the last airbender meets pirates and royalty and multiverses. In this world there are 4 earths that intersect at London. Kell is one of the only two people who can travel between Londons. Grey London is our world, Red London is Kell’s, full of magic. White London is a wasteland barren of magic and ruled by bloodthirsty twins. Black London is dead. The main cast of Kell, Lila Bard, a pirate thief who gets caught up in the adventure, Rhy, the (gay? Bi? I forget lol) prince of Red London, and Alucard, (also gay? Or bi?) actual pirate have to save the multiverse! Lots of great subplots, written by a queer woman and impossible to put down. If you saw me with my kindle in class after winter last year, it was because I literally couldn’t stop reading. CW: frankly it’s been too long since I read it im sorry 5/5

Leah on the Offbeat/Simon vs the Homosapiens Agenda - Becky Albertalli

Simon Vs is the book Love Simon is based on. Simon (gay) has a mystery pen pal, Blue. All he knows is that Blue also goes to Creekwood High and is gay. But Simon leaves the emails open on a school computer because he’s a dumbass and then also an ass but the bad kind, Martin finds them and blackmails Simon. It’s similar to the movie but I prefer the book! There are some scenes and plot points that didn’t make it in. Also his friends don’t suck as much when he’s outed. Leah on the OffBeat is the sequel about Simon’s friend, Leah. She’s bi! Simon thought all his friends were straight but jkjkjk gays flock together. Cute wlw high school story. CW: character is outed against their will, underage drinking  SVTHA 5/5 LOTO 4/5

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Main character is a total slut and we support him. Bi and ready to party. But wait it’s the 1800s and that’s not super chill. In a final hurrah before he has to become master of his family estate, Henry Montague takes his best friend (gay and also ready to party) and, reluctantly, his little sister  (ace and ready to be a doctor) on a tour of the continent. Along the way they discover a plot and their trip turns upside down. There’s pirates! Period accurate medicine! Characters unlearning their prejudices! CW: Child abuse, period typical homophobia, sexism and racism 4/5

Captive Prince Trilogy - C.S. Pacat

hEAR ME OUT. This is probably my favourite series I’ve ever read. You’ve heard of enemies to lovers? Get ready for enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to allies to lovers! Crown Prince Damianos of Akielos is caught up in a coup lead by his half brother and sent to the enemy nation of Vere to be a pleasure slave for their crown prince, Laurent. Now here you think it’s gonna be some kinky sex romp but it actually becomes the best political intrigue with a thoughtful, loving, very vanilla romance. “If you gave me your heart, I would treat it tenderly”. Dw they only have sex after the whole slave thing is over. Also, they abolish slavery so there’s that. If you don’t like the first book,  I get it but just try the second book, the tone changes with the change of setting. The author does some really interesting stuff with her setting. Typically writers will just make society reflect our by default but Pacat threw that out, homophobia? Never heard of her. In Vere it’s actually taboo for men and women to have sex before marriage because of the threat of bastards. So everyone just is gay instead. You want a matriarchal warrior women country? Pacat has got your back. The series does lack in well written women. There are a few women but not enough, Pacat has talked about this and is basically like, u right, I’ll do better in my next series. Written by a queer WOC (kinda? Woc is the wrong word but just read these tweets where she describe it better than i ever could)  and I love it, the end. CW: child abuse, child sexual abuse, incest, rape, sex slavery, prostitution, graphic violence, non consensual drug consumption, child death, suicide, torture, animal death (also it should be obvious but none of these things are glorified, the abuser is the worst and he sucks and everyone hates him) 6/5

Carry On - Rainbow Rowell

Based on the Harry Potter parody series from Rowell’s book Fangirl. Simon Snow (doesn’t ever figure out his sexuality but had a girlfriend and boyfriend) is the chosen one, orphaned and brought to a magical boarding school, must save magical britain from evil. His best friend, book smart Penelope and his (possibly evil and a vampire? Also gay) roommate Baz must work together to defeat the humbug. This book has a really fantastic closed magic system and gives the character very clear limits. CW: rat death? 5/5

Queer There and Everywhere - Sarah Prager

A nonfiction book about 23 people throughout history that were both queer and very cool. From Frida Kahlo and Abraham Lincoln to the actual Danish Girl and Kristina Vasa, Prager dives into the lives of many historical figures who were also queer. A really wide gamut of women, men and nb, cis and trans, white and poc. Could have had more historical figures from the east. A fun, easy read. Made me cry, i want lesbian moms. 4/5

Huntress - Malinda Lo

It’s been a few years since I read this so bear with me. Cool magic girl main character and less magic but also cool other girl as well as a misfit group including the prince and a badass lady named shae (hell yeah) have to go into the fae world to right the magical imbalance of their world. Wlw, written by a queer woc CW: I don’t remember sorry 4/5

Outrun the Wind - Elizabeth Tammi

(I’m actually only half way through this) (Also it’s written by a mutual of mine on tumblr so that’s tight) A queer retelling of the greek myth of Atalanta. Atalanta (bi) is taken by the hunters of Artemis and has to help them defeat Apollo who’s being shitty. Wlw, written by a bi lady CW: animal death

Iron Breakers trilogy - Zaya Feli

Bastard Prince (queer), Ren, is happy to be out of the line of succession and just party it up but suddenly is framed for the murder of his brother and on the run along with a prisoner who escaped with him. Ren is faced with realities of y’know, not being a prince and decides to help save his country. Political intrigue with some twists I didn’t guess. MLM CW: slavery, graphic violence 4.5/5

All for the Game trilogy - Nora Sakavic

Think dark, queer, sports anime but with a co-ed team. Neil Josten (demi sexual- “which way do you swing? “I don’t?”) is on the run from his mob boss, murderer father and finds himself on the collegiate exy team of the palmetto foxes. Exy, a violent cross between lacrosse and soccer is Neil’s favourite thing but the team is made up of misfits. Neil has to survive both his father and the Raven’s (another exy team) owner, another mob boss, coming for him and his team. Super fast paced, very intense, after the first book I couldn’t put it down. The characters are all super interesting as are the relationships. Multiple mlm relationships, one briefly mentioned wlw couple CW: (o boy here we go) suicide, graphic violence, graphic torture, non consensual drug consumption, alcohol and drug abuse, prescription drug abuse, non consensual kissing, rape, child sexual abuse, sex work, mention of gay conversion therapy, discussion of self harm and self harm scars, child abuse 4.5/5

The Posterchildren - Kitty Burroughs

It’s been years since I read this so I really don’t remember much. It’s about a school for superheroes. Definitely wlw I don’t remember any else 4/5

Six of Crows Duology - Leigh Bardugo

A misfit group of criminals is hired to travel north to break into an impregnable prison. The cast of characters is lovable and the plot is fast paced. It’s set in the same universe as Bardugo’s first series but you don’t need to read them. (I did and they were ok but six of crows is better). Two of the main characters are mlm. CW: gore, graphic violence, child abuse 4.5/5

The Percy Jackson Series and Magnus Chase Series

I don’t need to describe these lol. PJO has two canon gay characters, the most recent series has lesbian and ace huntresses of artemis, and a bi main character. Magnus Chase has a non binary main character starting in the second book.

On My To-Read List:

Orlando - Virginia Woolf

I love her writing, it’s poetic without hurting my brain to read. This is a classic queer novel. It’s been said that Woolf wrote it as a “love letter” to Vita, her lover. The main character changes gender throughout the novel.

Stars in Her Eyes - Clare C. Marshall

I bought a copy of the first book in this series from the author at a convention last summer. It’s about a school for people with powers. I asked and apparently there’s a queer character but you don’t find out til the second book.

Ash - Malinda Lo

A wlw retelling of cinderella by the same author as Huntress.

The Academy Journals - Garrett Robinson

Apparently there’s trans, lesbian, gay, poly, ace, bi, pan! It’s about a magical school. It has really good reviews on goodreads so that’s promising

The Abyss Surrounds Us - Emily Skrutskie

There’s gay lady space pirates. Actually maybe not space? Idk i got space vibes

Vicious/Vengeful - V.E. Schwab

A story about moral greyness and supervillains. Kinda reminds me of Nimona tbh. I heard the main character is ace?

Our Bloody Pearl - D.N. Brynn

There’s mermaids, and pirates, and it’s gay apparently. The main character uses they them pronouns I think.

Breaking Legacies - Zoe Reed

Fantasy wlw by a trans dude (i think? They went through some sort of gender transition but i can’t find their pronouns)

The Dark Wife - S.E. Diemer

A wlw retelling of Hades and Persephone

The High Court Series - Megan Derr

Fantasy political intrigue mlm and I was told the main character is trans

Btw my rating system was basically:

4/5=i enjoyed reading it and would recommend it but probably wouldn’t read it again

4.5/5=I really liked it and would probably reread it

5/5= i love it, i either have or plan to reread it

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Breaking Free

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lady Toni Bevel

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings:  season 12.22 spoilers (if that’s still spoilers), not much. SPN stuff. If you can watch the show you can read this.

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: This is my entry for @percywinchester27 aka Ana’s PJO Quote Challenge and my prompt was: “It's okay,” he said. “We're together.” He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that. - I changed the prompt a little bit to fit the fic. I hope that is okay.  

Thanks to the sweet, amazing, lovely @like-a-bag-of-potatoes  for betaing this for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You fell to the floor with your back pushed to the wall and your legs folded up under you as you watched your husband run up the steps to try to catch the door before it closed between the four of you and the world outside.

The moment you heard him scream was the moment you gave up all hope. It was the moment you started believing this was the beginning of the end. It had all happened so sudden. Over the past year you had started believing everything was going to be perfect. Or at least as perfect as it would ever get for hunters.

Lucifer’s baby was still about to be born and you had, like your husband, never trusted the Brits, but Dean was okay. The mark was gone. Amara was gone. For the first time in years you felt as if you had the man you married back. Fully and completely. Dean was himself and as long as you had him, there had never been anything you hadn’t been able to struggle through.

You felt numb and the secret you had been carrying for weeks was weighing you down. You had wanted to tell him for so long. You had just been waiting for the right moment and as the hours passed and the brothers worked with Lady Bevil on a way out, you knew there would never be a perfect moment. You should have told him the moment you found out. Instead here you were, having moved from the floor to a chair with Sam’s help a while ago, but you were still quiet. You saw Dean’s worried looks, you felt his comforting touch. Everytime he had a chance to pass you or to hold your hand, he did. Usually that would have been enough to snap you out of it. To stand up and fight, no matter what enemy you were facing. Even now that the enemy was your own home. But tonight you were just scared. Scared that these would be the last hours you spent on earth.

Dean had gotten you through everything in the past. He had been there for you when you lost your parents as a child and John had taken you in. He had cared for both you and Sam and kept you both safe. You had been lost when you thought you lost him, locking yourself away for months until he showed up on your front door, covered in dirt and with a tired smile on his face. He had been your best friend since you were a child, but being stuck in purgatory with him for over a year had changed that.

You had been in love with him for a long time and later on he had told you he had felt the same for years before he had finally kissed you. A kiss that lit a beacon of hope inside you. In a scary world, surrounded by monsters, you and Dean had been each other’s light in the dark. You had kept each other human and sane. You had helped each other adjust to the world and the loss of Cas when you got back into the world. You had married him when Sam got sick from the trials. You had both needed hope and something to hold onto, so you had let Cas perform the ceremony, with Charlie as a bridesmaid and Sam as the best man, while your surrogate mom Jody had walked you down the aisle.

You had been with each other through ups and downs and even when the mark had changed him, you had stayed by Dean’s side. Even with the pull Amara had on him you had never once lost faith in him. You loved Dean more than anything and you were always able to find him in his own darkness. Dean was always able to give you the courage and will to go on, but tonight his loving, concerned touches and looks weren’t enough. You knew something he didn’t and you felt as if you had failed everyone.

When their plan to turn the power back on failed, you stayed. You stayed put as all hope started to leave you. You moved to the staircase watching the two brothers beat the holy hell out of a concrete wall for hours before giving up. As they did, you ran. You ran through the Bunker and to your bedroom without a word. You let yourself fall down onto your bed, with your back turned against the door and tears streaming down your face.

This couldn’t be the end. This couldn’t be how you died. Of all the ways you thought it would happen, you never once pictured this to be how. Suffocating in the only place in the world that had always made you feel safe. Surrounded by the two people that were the only family you had left and some witch that you wanted to stab in her neck every time she looked at you.

You felt the bed dip behind you and before you had a chance to say or do anything he gently turned you around pulling you against his chest and closing his arms around you. That was when you really let go. Your body shook as you cried against his chest. Dean drew calming patterns on your back, while holding you flush against him, but he never spoke. He just let you cry, knowing that was what you needed right now.

Dean didn’t need to speak to make you feel safe or loved. He never had too. His presence, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you and held you had always been all you ever needed to know, you were his everything. You would always be safe with him and no matter what, Dean would always find away out.

“Dean…” you gasped, trying to regain control of your body and stop the flood of tears falling from your eyes.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” Dean whispered, pressing his lips against your hair. His calming voice helping your breathing to settle and your tears to dry out.

“I’m pregnant.” Your voice was barely audible as you buried your face against his chest. You didn’t want to look at him. You were scared of his reaction. This hadn’t been how you wanted to tell him, but you knew time was running out and if this was your last moments together you wanted him to know.

You felt him freeze up for a few seconds before he pulled you impossibly closer against him. You dared to look up into his eyes. The emerald green was swimming behind a sea of tears as his eyes met yours.

“You’re pregnant?” Dean repeated and you couldn’t help but smile at the awe in his voice. You had never planned this. You never would, but the moment you had found out, you knew he would be happy. You had wanted a perfect moment to tell him, but you had been so wrong. Any moment you could have told him would have been perfect. You allowed yourself to be happy in the midst of all your fear as he crashed his lips against yours, taking your breath away.

When he pulled back his smile faded and a look of absolute determination took it’s place. “I’m getting us out of here.” Dean pecked your lips before he rose from the bed, walking down the hall while calling his brother’s name, leaving your confused and slightly worried self behind.

It took you a while to compose yourself, but when the british bitch started screaming at the brothers somewhere from the back of the room the brothers had been trying to break through, you jumped to your feet and ran towards her yelling.

“You’re lunatics. This a colossally stupid idea,” Toni scolded them just as you entered the room and your eyes widened when you saw Dean raise the grenade launcher he was holding.

“Yep. Big, beautiful, and dumb.” He grinned to Sam, who shook his head, smiling back at his big brother. No one but Toni even noticed your presence in the room.

“You’re gonna bring the whole bloody place crashing down. You’re gonna kill us all. Your wife,” she nodded towards you as she addressed you. “Talk some sense into them.”

Dean’s attention instantly went to you when he noticed your presence in the room and you smiled at him, a smile he returned. If this was how you were going to die, you’d go out your own way. Fighting for life and for a life for your child.

You walked up to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and Dean wrapped his free arm around your waist, hugging you. “Be careful,” you whispered before nodding to Sam who grabbed Lady Bevel, dragging her with you from the room as you both ignored her hissy fit.

“You’re lunatics. Action movie loving, cheeseburger eating, moronic, american lunatics.”

You didn’t listen to her, you just ducked down behind the wall, letting Sam protectively wrap his arm around you. You smiled as he leaned in close to whisper in your ear. “Dean is getting us out. You and my niece or nephew are going to be fine.”   

You knew you should want to kill Dean for not keeping your secret for more than 2 minutes, but given the circumstances you couldn’t blame him, besides, it wasn’t like you had expected him to be able to keep something like that from Sam for long anyway.

Before you had a chance to answer Sam, the explosion sounded and smoke started to fill the Bunker. You both left Toni where you had handcuffed her and scrambled to your feet back to where you had left Dean.

“Dean?” Sam called out as you both headed for the hole in the wall, where a ladder was now visible. Dean had been right, but before either you or Sam had a chance to follow him out or even be happy Dean’s reckless plan might have worked, the wall collapsed and the hole closed.

“Dean!” you screamed, throwing yourself at the bricks, trying to free the hole back up, but Sam pulled you back, coughing. The air was getting thinner.

“He might have gotten out,” Sam insisted, heaving for breath along with you now. The smoke was polluting what limited air supply you had left. “Control room,” he ordered dragging you with him. You were too weak to protest and all you could think about was how you were going to die, parted from the man you loved. He had been in here with you and you had let him leave. You should never have let him leave.

You fell to the floor gasping for breath next to Sam who was struggling as badly as you were. Still he managed to reach for your hand, giving it a small squeeze to let you know weren’t alone. It was little comfort though. You loved Sam like a brother, but he wasn’t the one you needed, the one you loved, or the last person you would want to see if your life was truly over.

In your struggle for air and grief that you’d never see your husband again, you didn’t even notice the lights flickering back on, or the air vents cleaning the air. You didn’t notice anything until with one deep breath your lungs filled with clean air and the fog started lifting from your mind. You took Sam’s hand letting him help you back onto your feet as you both faced the door, creaking open to see Dean limping in with a relieved smile on his face.

“Hey lunatic,” he joked, but you didn’t answer him. Instead you sprinted up the stairs, throwing yourself into his arms, nearly knocking him over. By some miracle he stayed on his feet, wrapping his arms around you.

“It's okay,” Dean said. “We're together.” He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all you had been through, he knew that the most important thing was that you were together. You loved him for saying that.

You pulled back a little, cupping his face as tears of joy streamed from your eyes, “you did it,” you laughed and Dean laughed with you, pulling you back into his arms.

“Don’t squash my niece,” Sam grinned from below you, causing you and Dean to laugh even harder as you looked down at Sam smiling up at you. You were indeed together and and as long as you had each other there was nothing you couldn’t do.

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[queenangst]

High Tide

so i read this ask that got sent to ashlee (@bananannabeth), and i’m feeling kinda salty about fandoms, and i miss writing pjo fic, and, yeah. though it didn’t turn out as grover-centric as i wanted. 

also, i threw canon out of the window for this fic. like, please disregard boo completely. 

a short summary: Percy goes home.

Home. 

Percy dreams of it most days, now that they’re so close - well, the days he doesn’t wake sweat-soaked and stumbling out of bed from nightmares, anyway. In his dreams, he can see the rows of mismatched cabins, can smell the summer-sweet strawberries, can dig his toes into the warm sand, water lapping at his feet, and finally, finally breathe. 

The echoes of war still hang around him, hiding in his shadows so he’ll never be able to leave them behind, but the thought of Camp Half-Blood makes his chest a little lighter. 

“Percy?”

He doesn’t have to turn to know who it is. Annabeth comes to stand next to him, her footsteps quiet but her presence loud. 

They don’t say anything for a while; instead, he takes her hand in his and reminds himself that she’s here, that they’re together. 

“It’s really early,” she finally says. Percy keeps his eyes on the water far beneath them, the rising sun casting light across the waves. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

She squeezes his hand. “Nightmares?” 

It’s then he looks at her, drinking her in like he does every time he sees her. There’s never anything special about it - it’s just her, still just Annabeth in an old shirt of his, messy hair let down for once, eyes tired but bright. She never stops being beautiful, though; suddenly, Percy can picture living the rest of his life with her next to him. 

“Dreams,” he says, feeling a smile tug at his lips. 

Another beat. 

“I miss him,” Percy admits, voice low. He doesn’t have to say it - Annabeth knows better than anyone the hollow ache in his chest that stems from absence. Grover - gods, he hasn’t seen him in... in...

He doesn’t know what’s worse: forgetting his life, or forgetting how long he’s been gone. 

“We used to talk about you a lot,” says Annabeth, and he blinks at the sudden change of topic. “I mean, when you were gone. Like, in between searches and prophecies and stuff, we just... told each other stories. What we remembered, so even if you’d forgotten, we wouldn’t.”

His heart shudders. “Annabeth...”

He doesn’t know what to do, quite what to stay, so he just presses his lips to her temple and wraps his arms around her. Good - this is good, knowing they’re safe. 

“Look,” she whispers, lifting her head from his chest and craning her neck. “Percy, look.”

He blinks against the sun and sees a dark smudge on the horizon. It’s small, no bigger than the tip of his finger, but he recognizes it anyway. Long Island Sound.

In twenty minutes, they’ve gotten close enough to make out the Big House, nothing having changed about it at all. He thinks there’s a couple more cabins that he doesn’t remember, though, and it kind of hits him how much he’s missed. Percy has to grip the railing when his knees goes weak; the weight of it crashes over him like a wave. He’s never been afraid of the water, not really, but the ocean breeze makes him choke. 

“I’m going to get the others,” Annabeth whispers, touching his shoulder. She knows him too well, knows that he needs a moment alone. 

This is it, he thinks. I’m home. 

The Argo II begins to descend, the oars rowing steadily even as they hit the water. He suddenly realizes his hands are shaking and that his mouth has gone bone-dry. 

“Come on, Percy,” he says to himself. “You’ve been through hell, and now you’re scared of going home? Lame.”

Not really, man, Grover would tell him. Clarisse is still here, and she’s not any less scarier. 

Despite himself, Percy laughs. 

There’s a figure sitting in one of the trees, scouting. He falls out of it when he sees the Argo II, and Percy laughs again when he realizes it’s none other than Connor Stoll. 

He cups his hands over his mouth and calls “Connor!” as loud as he can, though it doesn’t carry. 

Connor unclips a conch shell from his belt and blows, a long, low note that hands in the air. Then he’s running down the beach, waving his arms over his head, and Percy is so happy he almost cries. 

Percy doesn’t, of course, but he does respond in the only way he knows how: hooking two fingers in his mouth for a classic taxi cab whistle. Behind him, the others join him, coming to crowd in the ship’s bow. 

Camp Half-Blood is waking up, too; a mass of bright orange congregates on the beach as the Argo II draws closer and finally shudders to a stop. The crowd parts, and Percy makes a choked noise when Chiron trots through, lifting a hand in the air in greeting. 

Jason and Piper go down first, the former wrapping an arm around his girlfriend and flying them down. Stupid powers, Percy thinks, even though he knows he could jump over the railing with no problem. 

His first steps in the water are hesitant, though he’s stood there a thousand times. Percy digs his bare feet into the sand like he’s dreamed about, casts his gaze over hundreds of faces, old and new. 

“It’s real, Perce,” Annabeth whispers, only a step behind. She puts a hand on his back, and his Achilles’ Heel tingles even though the curse is long gone. “We’re home.” 

He has to fight to keep his expression from crumbling. It’s Chiron who makes the first move, crossing the short distance between them and gripping Percy’s forearm. 

“Percy,” he says, his voice warm, and Percy grins. “Welcome home.” 

“So, uh...,” he says. “Guess I got to miss out on a couple cabin inspections, huh?”

Chiron sees right through him, but he laughs. “More than that, my boy - but there will be time for that later. For now... I think there are a couple people who want to say hello.”

He’s almost barreled over by everyone who wants to “say hello” - there’s campers he hasn’t seen in forever, Lou Ellen and Katie Gardner and the Stolls and hell, even Clarisse; Will and Miranda and Jake; Chris and Pollux and Malcolm, everyone smiling just as wide as he is. 

Percy clasps hands briefly with Sherman - is it Sherman? - and says: “Good to see you, man.” 

His heart isn’t into it, though; he keeps looking, searching for the face of someone he doesn’t want to forget ever again, but then there’s more people, more greeting and smiling and fist bumps. 

Rachel threatens him with a paintbrush when she sees him. He’s glad to see she hasn’t changed - ripped jeans, a shirt that says LOVE IS LOVE, red hair all over the place. 

“Don’t you dare do that again,” she says, and he goes cross-eyed looking at the paintbrush pointed at his nose. 

Percy shrugs. “Sorry, Annabeth beat you to it,” he says, grinning. “And you’re the Oracle - you can probably see if I’ll be carted away by some god again, yeah?”

Rachel rolls her eyes and punches his shoulder. “Yeah, right,” she says. “It doesn’t work like that.” 

“I know,” he tells her cheekily, laughing. “Hey... do you know where Grover is?”

Understanding lines her face, but she shakes her head, offering him a sympathetic smile. 

“Sorry, Percy,” she says. “If I see him, I’ll make sure you two find each other. It’s probably been hard - I know it was hard on him, too...”

With that, she’s gone, and Percy’s left to scan the crowd again. 

“Percy!” a voice calls, and he spins on his heel, heart racing. In the distance, a figure waves as he tears through the cabins, weaving in and out. Grover. 

Percy shoves through the campers, not really caring as he runs through the crowd, eyes on his best friend. 

He slows when they meet, emotions roiling like waves - this is a moment he’s dreamed of, but now that it’s here, Percy finds himself lost. He’s home, yeah, but somehow he’s still lost. 

“Hey, G-man,” he finally says. “Think I owe you a hug.”

Grover laughs, the sound more like a bleat than anything, and Percy realizes just how much he’s missed his best friend, missed having someone besides Annabeth who has spent years by his side, who has been there since the very, very beginning and who has never left. 

Percy can’t stop himself; he throws his arms around Grover, burying his face in Grover’s shirt as he shakes. 

“I missed you, Perce,” Grover says, only loud enough for the two of them. 

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he suddenly is, eyes burning and throat clogged and sounds coming from his mouth like a seal. Percy just holds on, shoulders shaking. 

“You’re home, man,” Grover says, but he’s crying, too. 

“I’m home,” he repeats, and laughs. 

Home has never been about the place, despite what Percy tells himself. It’s always been the people, the feeling like hope caught in a jar, the memories he carries next to his heart. 

He’s missed a lot, and his lungs ache at the thought of it. But there’s time, now - to heal, to rest and remember, to recount story after story, and to write new ones. There are more blank pages than there are filled. 

Grover bumps their shoulders together. “Come on, brother,” he says. “I’ll race you to breakfast.”

“You’ve already lost,” Percy shoots back, but neither of them run. 

The ache in his chest lessens; the shadows seem to grow darker, but that is only because there is more light. 

Percy breathes.