#war of twelve

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

The funny thing about the PJO cabin system is that everyone's always all 'oh the twelve' this and 'the twelve' that but that's absolutely not even remotely accurate. To start, right off the bat it's thirteen, not twelve, because they don't count Hades. But not really because before Percy, there were no big three kids, so we're down to ten active cabins already but it's actually eight because Artemis and Hera don't make demigods.

And of those eight, Mr. D is stuck at camp (thus not really making new demigods all that often) and his only two kids don't even sleep in a cabin, they sleep in the Big House with him.

So, pre-Percy, there are seven active cabins at Camp Half-Blood:

Glee club, the Jocks, the Nerds, the Geeks, the Farmers, the 'Sketchy Kids' and the Popular Kids.

Or, in other words, the Apollo, Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, Demeter, Hermes (and the unclaimed kids) and Aphrodite cabins.

What's cool is that you can already see the cabin dynamics in the show. For example, the Athena cabin allies with the Hermes cabin for the numbers. The Hermes kids plus all the unclaimed kids? It's the biggest cabin in the camp by far. It's a battle strategy. Luke and Annabeth's close relationship is just the cherry on top for Annabeth. It'll be really cool to see how the show develops the differences in the cabins during the series.

[tyquu]

Buried by clouds, cradled by the sea.

It’s a beautiful lie, if I could just breathe a little deeper

[ancientsstudies]

Ares

Cabin is scruffily painted with an angry red color, has barbed wire lining the roof, and a stuffed boar's head on the doorway.

[chiliger]

Yelling contest in the tubie nursery.

(Close ups under the cut)

[all-lee24]

Young Malenia doodles + headcanons

((A.K.A Malenia as Miquella always sees her even after she grew up and became a fierce warrior))

[navree]

the amount of people doing the "you guys are Making Fun Of Children for like children's books/ya" is insane when that entire article was spawned by full grown college students in college saying that they're favorite book is fifth grade level

[demigods-posts]

that scene when percy douses ares with the tide gives me shivers because we hardly see percy use his powers. actually. we hardly see him embracing his godly side the majority of the show. and it really emphasizes how unfamiliar, scared, and overwhelmed he is by it all. because he's just a kid. but then we see ares get in the way of him reuniting with someone he loves. and we see what this boy is capable of.

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1939 Packard Twelve V-12 Roadster

1939 was the first year for the column shifter on the V-12 Packard.

In the late 1920s, Detroit found itself immersed in a phenomenon later termed the ‘Cylinder Wars,’ a concept that may seem peculiar to us looking back 90 years. During this period, prominent manufacturers vied for supremacy in the multi-cylinder luxury car market, striving to be crowned the ‘king of the hill.’ Despite the looming grip of the Great Depression on the global economy in the early to mid-1930s, Cadillac, Auburn, Franklin, Lincoln, and Pierce-Arrow all unveiled their 12-cylinder models.

[mabsart]

[Star Wars Rebels: Kalluzeb]

Zeb: at a bar drinking and relaxin

Kallus:

(based on this hilarious post by @jay-wasstuff , redrawn with permission)

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

I actually cannot wait for Love in Paradise. Odysseus is going to be the saddest most traumatised soaking wet cat of a man

[rumple04]

Another little crossover 🤍

Wanted to do something like my Mars Attacks crossover (here)

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 12 - WRAPPING PRESENTS

Title: Presents with Price

Synopsis: John and you take a small... break from wrapping presents.

Warnings: This is uh.. smut :) other than that, nothing much other than mentions of Johnny having chemical burns (because he's a bomb tech, it's kind of realistic I reckon) oh and like mild voyuerism but nothing much lol. Also female anatomy + fem praise (atta girl) and a spank because The Missus don't write no smut without spanking

AN: god I love writing smut for this man oh uhhhh and merry Christmas :)

You're sat across from John, genuinely trying to focus but he's looking scrumptious in those flannel pants and low cut shirt. 

"How many left to wrap?" You ask, slightly breathless, currently working on Simon's gift, wrapping carefully.

"Got Kyle's, Kate's, and then I think we're good," he responds, glancing back up at you before looking down at whatever he's wrapping. 

You sigh, snipping with the scissors the wrapping paper, folding it up carefully. You aren't really... Focused, though. You're looking at his hands.

He watches you with a small chuckle, already finished with whatever he's wrapping.

"Johnny said 'e wants us t'wrap his gifts for Kyle, Kate, and Sim'n. Says 'is 'ands are real bad after the mission--chemical burns and the like," he mutters out, tilting his head as he watches you, flustered to be caught staring, trying to wrap with shakey little hands.

"Copy that," you mutter, setting the gift aside, grabbing the next one to start wrapping.

He lets out a soft hum, "'Ow 'bout whenever you're done with all that we take a little break, hm?" He offers, patting his thigh with one of those deliciously meaty hands.

You nod, squeaking slightly, "Yeah.. little break would b'nice."

You start to wrap a little quicker, fumbling slightly. He chuckles, watching how flustered you are. Once that present is done, he opens his arms, welcoming you with that smile.

He sets you down in his lap, plopping you down and wrapping his arms around you. He kisses from your jaw down your neck, placing little nips and kisses and licks, teasing you.

"J-John.." you mumble, shutting your eyes and putting both your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself upright.

"Yes, lovie?" He responds with a smirk.

"Y-ou're such a damn-" you're cut off by him sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck, sucking down and making you let out a gasp.

"I'm a what?" He asks, smirking as he goes back to just gentle, feathery kisses.

"A d-damn tease.." you whisper, taking a deep breath to try to hold yourself together. By now one of his hands is rubbing up and down your side, before it goes down to your thighs, rubbing up and down again.

"A damn tease? I'm teasin' ya, love?" He murmurs, finding another spot to suck on your neck. You gasp out, his hand finding your cunt.

You let out a tiny moan as his hand slips into your slick little slit, "Ya dirtry bird, 'uh? S'wet.. just from starin' a' me..." he growls into your ear with that smoky vibrato.

You nod, embarrassed, and your cheeks flush as he teases your clit, making you groan out.

He hears this little gaspy "Juh- John!" come from your lips, and that makes all his control slip.

He can't help but push all the presents and supplies and wrapping paper away, getting you on your hands and knees, slapping your ass after pulling your pajama pants down and those lacey little "panties" down, though he can hardly consider them anything when they leave *so little* to the imagination.

"Gonna pu' it in, yeah?" He says, kneeling behind you and starting to get undressed. He gets his pants off, his stomach slightly exposed, and then pulls his boxers off.

He teases his shaft up and down the crease from the very top of your ass to where your labia ends, making you shudder and mewl, embarrassed to be spread out somewhere so... public.

"Y-you're gonna wake someone u-" you try protesting, you really do, but then he slams his cock directly down into you, bottoming out in *seconds.*

It makes your elbows go weak, your back arch, those pretty eyes John loves to stare at go back, rolling into the sockets. You feel that *entire* girth that he's been working to get you to comfortably take all sheathed inside you at one and you can't help it, you let out a loud moan.

So, John covers your mouth with his hand, leaning down and kissing your shoulder, "Break's gotta be quie', birdie. You'll wake someone up," he taunt.

You nod, desperate, and it makes John chuckle and shake his head, kissing down your shoulder to the centre of your back, "Arse up in the air, atta girl.." he mumbles, making you arch your back into his length as much as you can.

He rubs up and down your back, making slow, easing thrusts into you. By now, his hand has been removed from your mouth because you're *already* cockdrunk on him because of how girthy and patronising he can be.

"S'pretty..." he praises, wiping a small dribble of drool from your mouth, a little "ah- ah- ah-" escaping your mouth as your ass stutters back into his rudely slow pace, cum flowing down slowly.

"Makin' a mess, huh bird?" He chuckles, rubbing your ass with one hand as the other holds your hip, gently groping your cheek as his thrusts start to ever so slightly speed up.

The change in pace makes your little "ahs!" get louder, a "Shush, darlin'... don' gotta get loud on my cock, huh?" escape his lips as he tries to shut you up.

After so long you think your brain might be leaking from your ears, maybe your third(? John has lost count at this rate) cumming falling from where you're both conjoined his hips start to stutter and his chest heaves. He lets out a few groans, harder thrusts that make you squeal coming from him.

His hips jerk a little more and a hand goes to your shoulder, pushing you back onto his cock as he spills himself inside of you. You let out a pretty moan, body going frail as you grin widely, fucked out.

He pulls out slowly, a little "plop" sound as his cum spills out and onto the ground. He helps you up, getting your panties on and those pajama pants and hoping that that is enough until you're upstairs and finished wrapping presents so he can *properly* give you aftercare.

"'Right, lovie.." he mumbles out, helping you sit on your ass as you catch your breath, "let's finish these presents up, yeah?"

[hey-its-puddlesock]

Family portrait

[lorrainestea]

How I feel when someone compliments me I'm such a good strategist and destroy everyone in strategic desk games:

[narvin]

btw btw i think gallifrey has incredibly rich literary traditions. i think many of their stories are epic-length because time lords just have so fucking long to write their life's work. and i think courtly romance is a wildly popular genre for similar reasons to why it was popular in medieval europe, because it features an intensity of emotion that doesn't reflect their controlled and appearance-focused daily lives

[petruchio]

a soft place to fall - 6k

Johanna visits Twelve.