Big Three Cousins at the Beach
Nico: *groans* Why did I agree to this?
Percy: *laying out a beach blanket* Because it will be fun!
Thalia: And technically you didn't agree, Jason and Percy kinda dragged you out of bed.
Nico: You two suck.
Jason: You had been sleeping for like 15 hours!
Hazel: Plus, Will said you needed more sun.
Percy: He's right. You look like a vampire.
Nico: Are we sure we can't drown him?
Percy: No, but you're welcome to try.
Thalia: Race you to the water, Ocean Boy!
Percy: You're on.
Thalia and Percy *running towards the ocean*
Thalia: *Trips Percy* Oops. *Continues running*
Percy: *Spits sand* BITCH
Thalia: Haha!
Percy: *uses the water to dunk her before running to the ocean*
Thalia: *Spews water* ASSHOLE
Thalia and Percy: *wrestling in the ocean*
***
Percy: Guys look! It's a sand shark!
Nico: *pales* *tries to run to the beach and trips, faceplanting in the water*
Thalia: *trying not to laugh* *picks up Nico and takes him to the beach*
Jason: *sitting on the blanket with Hazel* You okay?
Nico: *shuddering* I-I don't like sharks!
Percy: Come on they're like the puppy dogs of the sea!
Nico: No-no!
Thalia: You literally befriend hellhounds.
Nico: That is different!
Thalia: How is that different???
Nico: I-I... You know what? You're a daughter of Zeus who is scared of heights! I don't want to hear it!
Thalia: Bitch! *Kicks sand at him*
Nico: *kicks sand back and misses, hitting Percy*
*sand fight ensues*
Hazel and Jason: *building a sand castle*
***
Percy: *talking to a sea horse*
Jason: This is weird... right????
Nico: I can't say anything, I talk to dead people.
Jason: Yeah okay.....
Percy: *walks back, very sad*
Hazel: Are you okay?
Thalia: What's wrong, Kelp Man?
Percy: A dolphin got caught in a net and drowned itself....
Nico: Is the dolphin economy that bad?
Thalia: *spews soda*
Percy: *horrified fish noises*
Hazel: *scolds* Nico!
Nico: I- *XD*
Hazel: Nico...
Nico: I'm Sorr- No I can't. I'm not even sorry.
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Phantom Pains - Chapter 10 Snippet
Part of Jazz’s errands around Gotham didn’t involve the GIW at all.
She glances behind her once more, refraining from counting the shades that follow her through the city, making sure to keep her song low but insistent, almost yearning.
Who she is now, what she’s taken up the mantle of in place of Danny, means she cannot simply live in the Realms like she so dearly wants to.
As a halfa, as a Phantom , she has certain responsibilities she must fulfill if she wants to be left alone.
This is one of them.
Gotham is a cursed city. It is hardly the first to be so, and it will never be the last.
What makes Gotham unique is simple: its curses are alive .
Its curses live within its people, day in and day out, seeps from the gargoyles that adorn the city buildings like crowns, embedded into the very ground it sits upon, builds itself into each and every brick of each and every damned building that plants itself within the city limits.
Gotham is a cursed city. Its people are bewitched by the nature of it: ugly and horrible and sad and dirty.
Its people cry every night, hurt every day, repeat the cycle of violence and greed and toxicity and still, still .
The people love their city.
They love their city, the good and the bad and the terrible in between, and then they never leave .
So part of Jazz’s errands around Gotham was to take them away, to take them home .
To the Gotham that isn’t Gotham, the Bludhaven that isn’t Bludhaven.
To the Realms.
Read the whole chapter here.
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My kid keeps saying he wants to be a cop, sorry, pOLiCe OfFiCeR, and like……I have to remind myself that he’s SIX and he doesn’t KNOW cops, so in his mind he sees it as a way to help people and keep people safe and help society follow rules and justice, all of which are things he’s super big on, which is GOOD! Young boys should grow up feeling a sense of duty to their community, and with a desire to help those that cannot help themselves. Young girls have that instilled in them from birth, but most people raise young boys to think that it’s women’s jobs to do all the caring and nurturing and frankly, I’m over it. If men want to be protectors, fine. Raise protectors. Raise young boys who see the injustices on the playground and speak up about them. Raise young boys who understand the differences and diversity of people and who work to bring equity to situations. Raise young boys who want to be cops, lawyers, judges, politicians, not for power or money but because they want to right the wrongs of the world. Raise young boys who recognize their privilege in this world and USE IT FOR GOOD.
So I have to remind myself that my son doesn’t want to be a cop because he wants to bully and harm people; that’s my understanding of law enforcement after four decades in America. He wants to do good and in his mind, law enforcement is the best way to do that. And I need to encourage that sense of justice and his willingness to help, because society is going to spend the rest of his life trying to squash the compassion out of him because it’s “girly” to care. He is constantly asked if he is a girl because he’s very gnc and pretty, but also because he is very compassionate and gentle. I want him to know that his kind heart is an asset, that being kind and looking out for people is how men SHOULD behave, despite what society tells him. That if he wants to be a protector, then his ability to care and relate to others will take him much farther than a propensity towards violence will. Protecting doesn’t always mean violence. Sometimes protecting people means codifying laws, or providing more societal support. Men don’t want to believe that they can protect women any other way than violence against other men. There are better ways to help and protect women and children. And if my kid still wants to be a cop in twelve years, I hope that it’s still because he wants to do good in the world and help serve his community. I have faith in him (and my parenting) and his sense of right and wrong.
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Uh-
just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.
@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance
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Roistering
I once spent 30 minutes observing hummingbirds for a class assignment. I already had a less idealized idea of small birds in my head than the average person– the idea that songbirds sing instead of scream is nature-serenity propaganda– but watching hummingbirds scream and dive-bomb each other thoroughly shook the last romanticism from my head. I love hummingbirds dearly, but they are energetic and easily angered, not sweet.
When I say that my sister is a hummingbird, know that it is a descriptor, not a compliment.
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