"As she died, he turned her into a tree, so that she could stand protecting us forever--the way I couldn't do for her."
The Tree On The Hill by Rob Rokicki -- The Lightning Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical
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whoops i was listening to tlt musical again and took a break from homework to sketch badly lol. i am Not a Visual Artist but i just have sooo many feelings abt Thalia these days w all her mentions in the show, and the tree on the hill absolutely takes me OUT every time so thought i'd share my quick attempt at. art lmao
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fuck it friday
tagged by @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie 💖
so I started a new wip lol 🙈 I really need to work on all the other ones but I'll get to everything haha
so i'm not sure if any of this makes sense for buck tbh but idgaf, this is just me projecting my own thoughts and feelings™️ and making it about him processing his death lol 💁
it is gonna be pre-slash buddie tho bc obviously I have to 😂
ngl i kinda don't wanna share any of it but also i wanna share all of it bc i'm kinda loving how it's turning out haha so fuck it, here are two short snippets haha
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Ever since he died, Buck has been feeling… off. Numb. Sad. Exhausted. He’s not even sure how to explain it, how to voice it, so he doesn’t. When people ask how he is, he says he’s fine. And he is, he swears he is. He’s okay, he’s alive, he has his amazing friends and family, a job he loves, everything is fine. But… but. He’s not sure what the hell is wrong, but a part of him is not fine. Hasn’t been fine since the lightning strike.
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He doesn’t want to go home. He just wants to keep driving, wherever the road takes him. Driving is good, he likes driving, letting his thoughts wander, listening to music, having control of something. He thinks that’s it, that’s why. Driving is one of the few times he feels fully in control, his feet controlling the speed, hands holding the steering wheel and dictating the direction. Whether he makes it to work or gives into the thoughts that tell him to not turn the wheel and let his car crash into a tree or a building, or another car – it’s all up to him. He doesn’t- he won’t crash his car on purpose, but sometimes he wonders… maybe at least that’ll make him feel something. Make him hurt, make him scared, anything. Make him die, this time permanently- he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t, he swears he doesn’t. He just wonders sometimes, that’s all.
He doesn’t wanna go home, so he decides to keep driving. Just a few more minutes, to clear his head.
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the group chat getting silly with it has fundamentally altered my brain chemistry and decimated the plot of the followup to that oneshot i posted a while back.
"i'm sorry about your years-long friendship that's exploding in spectacular fashion over accusations of your bestie's dad being a murderer. making out about it can't hurt, right?"
i should not have to say this but i'm going to anyway: may's an adult.
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