#but hoo

[woodtoc]

Weird post but i got to

[cyazurai]

Have my queue set to go through April 11th, and now I need to actually play the save of doom to get new content for the Ward legacy.

I still have a full week left of toddlers + infants at the same time.

Wish me luck.

[thewolfisawake]

End of a Rotten Dream

How many times have they crossed blades in their lifetime? Balmoral had long since lost count since at some point they became like a dance. One of many that Mhoirbheinn taught and learned alongside him. Step back, step forward. A weave here and glide along the back there. To him, it was no different than being led through the steps of a waltz. Even though Mhoirbheinn tended to be capricious in his action, he was deliberate in execution. But Balmoral adored that still.

There was an artistry to Mhoirbheinn's cruelty that captivated Balmoral to this day. With his paints of mercurial and crimson blood, he could compose a masterpiece as easily as breathing. If it were his vindictiveness at play--as cruel as it was--the king would've allowed this to continue. But he couldn't.

Not like this. Not when it brought torment to people that had come to trust the rule within these castle walls. Not while knowing it all came from a deluge of distress and woe. Not when Mhoirbheinn was suffering, trapped in a long looming nightmare.

So ensnared, Balmoral doubted his voice was getting through. He pivoted to avoid a lunge. Even if he could win a battle of attrition, it would not guarantee his love's freedom. He flipped back, narrowly avoiding the secondary attack of a sickle. He needed to get Mhoirbheinn to stop somehow. Twin daggers descended on him once more.

During their encounter, Balmoral noticed that while Mhoirbheinn maintained his strength and prowess that he had in present...his tactics hadn't. It was like dealing with that scornful yet desolate youth. While it had been their beginning, it was painful to think of the other reverted back to this time. A time with nothing but grief and directionless anger. To relive the sorrow that spurned him. To believe that there was only loneliness in his freedom.

"We are past that point," Balmoral said aloud although he didn't expect to be heard, "it's time for you to come back."

Balmoral went in for a slash and was met by the scrape of metal as Mhoirbheinn met his attack. He pushed against the hold, seemingly starting to step the other's foot in a bid to rest control. However Bal shifted, his boot hooking the fae's ankle and only giving a push to trip him up.

A pang dug into him but he didn't relent as they both went to the ground. Prepared for the fall, Balmoral straddled his opponent and managed to pin an arm. His blade flush against Mhoirbheinn's throat. The sword hovered just above his skin but went no further. Yet its chill could nip his neck.

Ah, how many times had they also ended like this? Sometimes like this. Sometimes reversed. An air of teasing and amusement abound. But today there was only a tension, heavy pants made evident with wisps of frost. They were frozen in that moment, awaiting the next movement, next word.

Rather than a hardened expression, there was only a faint quiver of forced patience. Mhoirbheinn blinked, his eyes alternated between focus and searching. But at the mention of his name, Balmoral's shoulders sagged as he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He allowed room for the other to sit up. Adrenaline winding down, his body reminding him Mhoirbheinn didn't take his counters lying down.

"Ha, ah never cannae time your haun right..." he wearily chuckled. Mhoirbheinn didn't find any humor in it, instead dropping his last defense. Before he could move away or call out, Balmoral held fast to his arm, "Simmer, Bheinnan...it's alright. It's over."

Oh, if only those words would be true.

[teddypoi-qd]

{ID - 1 - tweet from @/KoryStamper reads, "While recovering from foot surgery in a haze of hardcore painkillers, I decided to knit myself a scarf. So simple! Can't screw it up! Just case on and knit! The scarf was 3 inches wide and 17 feet long." Attached is a photo showing along, vertically striped scarf that stretches down someone's doorstep and path.

2 - a follow up by @/KoryStamper reads, "1. Take an oxycodone 2. Cast on, whatever, like 400-1000 stitches? 3. Knit. 4. Fall asleep while knitting a blue row? 5. Wake up knitting a pink row? 6. MORE DRUGS."

END ID}

Nicole Cliffe has a whole twitter thread about funny/horrifying anaesthesia stories that you should read all of, but this is definitely my favourite  

[applecidersstuff]

Percy Jackson is against bullying.

He is however very sad that neither Annabeth, Clarrise or Drew had met Octavian in camp Jupiter, because as much as he frowns on it he would pay any kind of money to see those three tear him a new one for acting like a little bitch he is.

[minjimunji]

bi 4 bi percabeth,,,,, 👉👈

[aficionadoenthusiast]

yes, percy rose through the ranks of new rome disturbingly fast. no, jason did not do the same at camp half blood. yes, percy's rise to leadership at both camps took about two weeks and was completely unplanned. no, the same cannot be said for jason. his rise was carefully planned and took over a decade. they're both children of the big three, but where percy thrums with raw power, jason is a sword honed by zeus and hera. where percy is a survivor, jason is a weapon. where percy is a cycle breaker, jason can't get out. jason's fatal flaw was temptation to deliberate because he never managed to make his own choices. he was every classic definition of a hero rolled into one, and he never questioned it because his happiness came after the responsibility. jason was never going to ascend as fast as percy because jason was raised on hard work and discipline while percy, an abuse survivor and child of poverty, knew when to fight dirty. where jason was a transplant, percy was an invasive species. jason was always going to die because he was never more than a tool for the gods to throw away when he outlived his usefulness, or when he started to question his place. if someone as locked down as jason can question the system, anyone can. now that luke has put thoughts of overthrow in everyone's heads, zeus has to be very careful because while jason was expendable as his weapon, percy was unexpected in every way. zeus has no plan for him. when percy dies, he will become a martyr, so he can't die, except now everyone knows that percy doesn't want to be a god either. jason had to die, and now percy has to live.

[diodellet]

truly, all a guy has to do is show his pits and shoulders, and my attention is: seized. girlie is bewildered, transfixed, mesmerized if u will.

[moncuries]

guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)

[thebat-musicman]

I love that Sally Jackson’s 3 love interests are just

Literal god

Canonically pure evil

Paul

[ohnoall3ofmyemotions]

“You are Poseidon’s son.”

“I am Sally Jackson’s son!”

YEAH YOU TELL EM PERCY FUCK A DEADBEAT DAD

[3amandimstillawake]

while we're on the topic of talking about changes the pjo show made that i love, im glad they didn't push the whole Annabeth saying she and Percy *have* to be enemies because athena and Poseidon have beef. Instead she's just this cryptid autistic strategist 12 yr old who stalks Percy and pushes him into the water. She's like "hmm this white boy will perfectly serve my purpose and schemes" and she's so real for that

[currentlyinflames]

Will introducing Nico to different cuisines: This is shrimp fried rice

Nico in awe: you’re telling me a shrimp fried this rice??

Percy in the kitchen commanding the shrimps: keep at it boys

[zetadyllica]

i’ve been thinking about riordanverse demigods and their mommy issues.

annabeth, piper, alex fierro: my mom is an absent goddess who’s kind of a bitch to me and my loved ones

jason, thalia, hazel: my mom was a messed up person when she was alive

nico, leo, frank, magnus chase: my mom died years ago but she was a wonderful person and i miss her every day

percy jackson and will solace: MY MOM 🤱 is my BEST 🤩 FRIEND 👯 she is so LOVELY 🥰 and KIND 💕 and COOL 😎 and i’m having DINNER 🍽️ WITH HER ON SATURDAY 🥳💫🤪

[groverapologist]

the seven are so funny theyre literally just: abandoned by dad, neglected by dad, dead mom, dead mom, abandoned by dead mom, neglected by dead mom, and percy