#perfect laptop

[hunysckle]

🐇🩷✨️

[kirby-the-gorb]

[suchscary]

[theotherpacman]

"my lover, my maker, my breaker, take me by the hand"

a farcille edit to miles by mother mother, inspired by this iconic gifset by @pink-vacancy !!!

I used this and this from youtube... idk how else to get my hands on clips...

[bookishjules]

Things that were taken from Annabeth in the Heroes of Olympus:

Percy

her invisibility cap, a crucial part of her fighting style

the dagger that Luke gave her, the weapon that ended the Titan War

Daedalus' laptop, an expansive resource of knowledge and ideas that could have rivaled the library of Alexandria

Three of these were gifts from people she looked up to. Every single item she was given held within it the esteem and the love and the trust and the hope and the respect that made them more than just items. They were physical representations of the fact that she mattered to someone, and they were ripped from her hands.

She's never been the one with insane powers, the one who can command attention and respect just by existing. She had to prove to people that she was capable and strong and wise and all the rest, just to prove to herself that she was worth seeing. And having the attention that was given her in the form of gifts be taken away... it would feel like being cut from a tether and left to drift. And not only that, but those items were also the things that gave her something like powers. She learned to wield them, knew exactly how to plan an attack using the resources that had become like extra limbs to her. And then she's left with nothing. She has to learn how to build up a reservoir of plans and strategies again that don't involve those tools. And of course she can do it, of course she's going to, but damn if it doesn't hurt like hell to see everything slip from her grasp in such a way.

And maybe they were crutches, and she's ready and confident enough to step out on her own without that idea of support.. but as prideful as Annabeth can be, wisdom is about using the tools you were given, not necessarily about making your own. It's about knowing when to trust others and let them help you, even if they're just the ghosts of others that have been left in the items they gave you.

Which brings me back to the first thing that was taken from her: Percy. Percy who, alone among the things she lost, has free will, who not only saw her, but refused to stop looking at her. Percy, who could almost have been a gift himself to little Annabeth who was just dying to go on a quest. Percy, who, when everything else was slipping away, held on tighter, who would never let her be all on her own again.

[arabaka]

my 3rd reigen ita bag :>

[mousebitecel]

we dont talk enough about how this episode was a pioneer for 9/11 jokes considering it aired in 2007

[gmanmedias]

via shannypop

[koka-mi]

YK IT'D BE SO COOL IF THEY RELEASED MAGIA EXEDRA ON CONSOLES. kinda like how the hoyoverse games are on playstation it'd be awesome if magia exedra was on playstation too!! (totally not bcz I'd love to play a pmmm game on the big screen.totally)

[lilietsblog]

fashionfrin wizardfrin

(doing two kinds of craft at the same time because hes a for real magic wizard now)

(the cloak is off to show off the dress. Isabeau made that you see)

[annieqattheperipheral]

this tweeter has perfectly captured the entirely ooey gooey feelings inside of me

[random-lil-illing]

player appreciation week!!

i dont know if ill manage to do all the days, but i want to post the days ive managed to do (day 1 and day 2). dont expect any more player days, and certainly dont expect any posts this/next week, apologies haha

[dailycupofcreativitea]

Yet another Gohan and Cell comic because I’d rather draw this shit than get a good nights rest :D

I’m not even going to begin explaining the thought process that led me to this comic, but I had to draw it: Cell schooling Gohan on genomics XD

[bumblebeebats]

Nothing drives me into a more instant rage than my computer telling me "Sowwy, can't do that, you need administrator permission:)" I own you, you wretched piece of filth. I brought you forth from your box and gave you life. You have known the greasy touch of none but me upon your pathetic keys. And you look me in the eye and tell me, ME, that *I* need the permission of some higher authority???? I AM YOUR GOD. I DECIDE WHETHER YOU LIVE OR DIE. NOW, INSTALL THIS DAMNABLE TABLET DRIVER BEFORE I SNAP YOU IN HALF LIKE THE MISERABLE LITTLE PILE OF SOFTWARE UPDATES YOU ARE

[moocha-muses]

[fivequartersoftheorange]

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I found the album one sweltering afternoon in mid-summer, a month since we’d laid Gramps to rest. Rummaging through the dusty boxes and stacks of back copies of society magazines, I stubbed my toe on the trunk where it was kept, old and battered, sat in a dark corner of the attic.

I took the album, dusted it off, and sat down on a nearby stool. The cover was made of leather, cracked through with age and neatly labeled 1953-1954 in faded gold lettering. I flipped through the pages so yellowed with age, dust motes swirl in front of me as I make sense of what I’m looking at.

It was pictures of Gramps as a younger man. We knew that he was a film star back in the day, and that he was quite famous too, a real matinée idol. It seemed impossible to me then that he had a whole other life for he was always just Gramps; he seemed to always be humming and dancing, constantly moving or cooking up a storm in the kitchen.

Gramps was like magic and fairy dust, his warmth and gentleness touched anyone he came across. He was the grandfather who was up for anything, never raised his voice and talked to you like a grown-up. He was wise and funny and always pushed you to be a better version of yourself. Many a time I spent in Gramps kitchen, listening to him tell stories of film sets and the soaring lives of Hollywood’s finest.

My greatest regret was not asking him about his life when I had the chance. For no one bothered to, he was always just there, woven into the fabric of our lives. None of us really knew anything about him and the questions that had always lingered in the back of my mind resurfaced.

There were other things in the album, ticket stubs and dried flowers and a million other keepsakes. But what seemed to feature most prominently was a young man who looked to be about the same age as Gramps. He had a shy smile and a tentative look in his eyes. He was very handsome.

It seemed that he was also an actor and that at one point worked on a film with Gramps. There was a photograph of a cluster of smiling people and at the very center was the shy handsome man. His gummy smile was breathtaking but he was looking at someone or something out of frame.

As I looked through the rest of the album, a thick packet of letters fell to the floor. They were tied together by a faded red ribbon and at a glance I could see neat loopy script. I knew instinctively that these were all from the handsome man with the gummy smile.

My mind raced with a thousand questions and I burned with a longing to read them yet a sense of wrongness pervaded me. I would be intruding on my grandfather’s privacy. There was a secret buried here that much was true. For now I tuck the album under my arm and make my way downstairs.

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Inspired by this post by @bigassbowlingballhead

I have absolutely no idea how I went from making a silly little edit to having an entire backstory to the silly little edit.

This also broke an almost 3 year streak of no writing. I don't think this is my best work, I'm rusty like an old bicycle but I'm quite surprised I managed to write something. So thanks for that Jon!

This is also by the way heavily inspired by a Danielle Steel novel I once read that I cannot remember the name of. In that story it featured a box, a locket and a packet of letters.

This is literally titled Hot Gramps on my laptop. You can click on the images to make it bigger.

Also did you know that the SAG was founded in 1933? And AFTRA was founded in 1952 but the two only merged in 2012. And that the first Emmy Awards were held in 1949?