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[and-fishing-equipment]

sorry but someone assuming you have "left a fandom" when you don't post about it a lot anymore feels like bilbo coming home to the sackville bagginses having him presumed dead and selling all his stuff. girl i was just on a little quest????

[merrysithmas]

i dont think the hetgirlies realize zuko is a quiet, sensitive nerd. he's not the face value angry anti hero they want him to be.

sure, he wears that costume. but inside he's a gentle nerd who loves animals who was forced by torture and abuse into becoming a weapon which destroyed him mentally and emotionally. at his core, before Ozai deformed and hurt him, Zuko was the essence of Ran and Shaw's creed. Zuko was exactly the kind of person who would have loved to be an airbender

at his center, Zuko is quiet, warm, sensitive, loving, compassionate, and reliable (the true meaning of Fire Bending) which explains why he's so easily meshed with Aang and how his fire loses its angry edge every single time they canonically have a real moment to speak

it's why Zuko is obviously a good moral example of leadership because when an Element is Balanced it resembles... the Other Elements. and that's why he was so ostracized as a child. he resembled the airbenders his father so hated.

Appa saw in Zuko the little boy who protected and cried over turtleducks. Iroh saw the quiet meditative child who found solace from an abusive home in creating simple peaceful domesticity like tea, and cooking, and cleaning up shop. Aang saw the boy who wanted a friend (not a rival - Azula) to play with.

so yeah Idk about how certain people interpret him in certain dynamics~ to be a dark edgy emo with a chip on his shoulder. He's definitely angry, but it's not because he's like a smoldering Mr Darcy/Heathcliff/Strong Silent Type.

he's angry because he's a gentle spirit so wounded that it opposes his very nature and he's angry because it was the only way to survive and it made him strong and he doesn't know if that is good or bad

he doesnt know if he is good or bad anymore because of what he was forced to become and if the thing he is now can be loved or healed. he is changed and developed traits and tools he never wanted, but they are him now. transplanted and embraced despite their thorns.

so now he thinks of that little boy who loved turtleducks and wanted a friend... would that little boy still play with him? or run away when his eyes fell on what Zuko had become?

a Frankenstein mashup of the good soul sacrificed to the angry powerful survivor - the survivor who has the ability to continue to enact his anger on the world because he forgot what stuff he was made of in favor of what gave him power and safety.

and what's scarier for Zuko is that he is good at it - good at all the angry, ferocious, strong, frightening qualities that were not his own at first. Zuko once humorously bemoans the fact that he is "so bad at being good" well, oppositely he's really good at being bad.

Zuko believes he is the definition of betrayed yourself for nothing (even though truly he was a child so it was out of his control), and that's why honor is everything to him.

[frogpropaganda]

This is such a minor nitpick but it's a petpeeve of mine when people characterize Zuko as hating tea. He doesn't hate tea! He's just a casual enjoyer of tea! It's just like when people say he's a bad firebender, he's not! He's an excellent firebender! He's a very powerful firebender! He's just constantly comparing himself to the #1s, Azula and Ozai and Iroh, but he's up there with them even if he's not as good as they are. Same with his enjoyment of tea! When he's put up against the #1 tea fan of all time, Iroh, sure it looks like he hates tea, but he doesn't! Zuko never gives any indication that he hates tea! He says he's tired of tea because they've been working in a tea shop all day, that doesn't mean he hates tea, he's just not as passionate about it as Iroh! He likes tea enough to make it for everyone and attempt to tell them his uncle's favorite tea joke! And he's right when he says that all tea is hot leaf juice! It is!! Just like how a vanilla soy latte is a three bean soup! Zuko does not hate tea, stop making him hate tea in your fics!!!! This is an egregious mischaracterization that I will not stand for!!!!!!!

[sokkastyles]

When Zuko complains about Iroh talking about tea, it's because he is Big Mad and Does Not Want to Calm Down. When Zuko wants to express his friendship to the gaang, or show his acceptance of Iroh's love, he's all about the tea. It's what it represents. Adult well-adjusted Zuko would definitely be a tea fan.

It's the same with his bending. Zuko struggled with bending because he was in a toxic environment that put impossible standards on him which he could not measure up to (although he was always talented). When he develops a more healthy mindset, he becomes a master.

[part2of3]

Star Trek DS9 S04E10: Homefront

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

Every time someone tells Worf about Greek Mythology he’s just like “The humans know where Zeus lives. Why do they simply not raid Olympus and slay him for his misdeeds”

[keeper-of-the-flames]

YES

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

“If a god were to hypnotise my wife into having sex with a bull and giving birth to a Bull Child I would kill that god in no uncertain terms

RIP to King Minos but I’m different”

[schifty-al]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[cosmikazie]

NEVER KILL YOURSELF

[violetganache42]

TODAY IS A GOOD DAY.

(Sources: Wall Street Journal and Hollywood Reporter)

[calmdowngorgeous]

Destroy the myth that libraries are no longer relevant. If you use your library, please reblog.

[diannaphantomfiction]

AS A LIBRARIAN HOW COULD I NOT REBLOG

[m4gp13]

au where Ethan survived tlo and because Percy vouched for him, he was allowed to just kind of fuck off and do his own thing and keep in contact with CHB. While Percy's missing during TLH and SoN, Ethan is hanging around the north west and keeping an eye out, and then sees Percy dawdling around with Frank and Hazel on the SoN quest. Important context, I hc that the TA knew about both the greeks and the romans because they were fighting a two-front war and had to have everyone on the same page, but made sure not to tell anyone not in the army about it because A) they didn't want their enemies to join forces and B) some bullshit about how the greeks and romans aren't supposed to know about each other because Bad things will happen.

So anyway, Ethan sees Percy on his quest and immediately grabs him to be all "dude where the fuck have you been everyone's losing their shit it's been like a year no one's dying there's giants now or some bullshit and also why the fuck are you wearing PURPLE?!?!?!?!" but Percy, still amnesiac, just looks at Ethan and squints for a little and goes " . . . I feel like we've met somewhere before???"

[original-begay-docrime]

I'm gonna have to write this now aren't I *sigh*

[diannaphantomfiction]

🤣🤣🤣

[le-tas-d-art]

“Attempting To Read News In 2025” (medium: safari with ads, screencap, 2025)

[biglawbear]

If this shit happened in 2005 it meant your computer had a virus

[hermesmyplatonicbeloved]

"Percy gave up godhood for Annabeth, it was all for her-"

I'm sorry which fanfic are you getting this from? This is the passage in tlo:

Yeah. he looks at her. But he also thinks about Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard, Ethan Nakamura and Luke Castellan and everything they stood for. Everything they DIED for. And the says no BECAUSE OF THAT.

it wasn't a percabeth moment. it was a moment of standing up for what's right and changing a neglectful system to support kids with disabilities and kids that were being killed off by monsters. it's demeaning to Percy's character and misinterpreting the entire series to claim otherwise.

[diannaphantomfiction]

Unnamed Reading the Books Fanfic (PJO)

This is something I’ve wanted to try out for a while. Super self indulgent and dumb, but fun to write! Let me know what you think!

Prologue:

Poseidon could not remember a time when he was happier in the last few centuries. The news that Percy, his precious son, was going through the natural process of ascension. Oh, he was sure Percy was unhappy with the news, but Poseidon was ecstatic. He’d been grieving his only living demigod since the day he was born. The thought that he would get to keep Percy for eternity was something beautiful as far as Poseidon was concerned.

The gods were gathering for the Presentation of Myths. It was a rare event and one that always elicited excitement and curiosity among the pantheon. The amphitheater was bursting at the seams as every god in the Pantheon came into the temporal pocket and settled into their sections. This was a process not even Zeus could stop, and the event had to take place, as decreed by the Fates. Dionysus had his plays, Heracles his bardic tales, and Psyche her beautiful series of songs, but the stories of each ascending god needed to be viewed by all.

They had to be known, especially in the period between having a soul and having essence. They needed the strength of other gods and the strength of being known to get through this process. Or they would disappear into the void.

A fine seat had been prepared for Percy slightly away from the rest. A small throne in its own right, placed where all could view him as he viewed the Presentation. Poseidon had a place of honor right next to Percy’s, which was currently empty. On Percy’s other side sat Hestia, seeing as she had named Percy her Champion, it made sense. Apollo and Artemis sat next to Hestia, Apollo whispering in excitement as Artemis listened aloofly. They had always been Percy’s favorite Olympians and Poseidon knew Apollo had grown closer to his son after his stint as Lester. On Poseidon’s other side sat his daughter, Kymopoleia. Poseidon had been surprised to see her there, but he knew better than to comment. This section was for Percy and the gods who could best support him through this transition. If the Fates thought Kymopoleia was the one to do so, then Poseidon supposed he would understand eventually.

And this wasn’t an easy process. It was emotional, revealing, and at times painful. Poseidon remembered how the other three had reacted during their Presentations. How their essence had sought comfort from those gods they trusted. How at the moments of their greatest feats, their essences had flared nearly out of control, causing them to twist with what they described as a horrible burning pain.

As excited as Poseidon was to have his beloved boy join them, he was not excited to see him suffer.

The three ascended gods who came before Percy sat in their own section up front, joined by their spouses. Dionysus whispered to Ariadne, both of them looking less excited and more serious than the rest of the Pantheon. Heracles seemed to be indulging Hebe as she chattered excitedly in her husband’s ear, but he had a stony look in his eyes that didn’t match his soft smile. If Hebe noticed, she didn’t seem to care.

Psyche and Eros were pressed together, their wings almost intertwined. Psyche was resting her head on Eros’s shoulder, a far off look in her eyes. Poseidon wondered quietly how much Percy’s story would resemble hers. The story the mortals told and the truth of Psyche’s tale was vastly different, though truer elements of her story had leaked into the human consciousness in other stories. Poseidon highly doubted that anyone had heard the full truth of Percy’s journeys and quests, least of all Poseidon himself.

The Muses were taking their places, giving some indication to the style Percy’s story would be told in. Calliope, the Muse of epic poetry was taking center stage, with a tall stool and a high table in front of her. On either side of her were Thalia, the Muse of comedy, and Melpomene, the Muse of tragedy. The other six sat behind their sisters, setting up stools, instruments and other storytelling aids. Magical items that were rarely used outside these events.

Still, the combination was…worrying for Poseidon. Comedy and Tragedy had both evolved with the times, encompassing both their modern and ancient meanings. And Poseidon had no idea which were being applied to his son’s life. He wasn’t sure he liked either option.

Zeus finally settled into his throne, looking suitably grumpy. Hera looked prim, but also grumpy next to him. Both of them were probably upset that it wasn't Jason sitting here. Well, they were the ones’ who let that good hearted, heroic boy’s light go out, so they could “suck it” as far as Poseidon was concerned.

Just as Zeus opened his mouth to complain, the Fates appeared, with Percy among them. Poseidon stood up to greet his son. Percy, at twenty-one, had grown into quite the handsome and impressive young man. Any ancient king would have been proud to show off a son like Percy, and Poseidon’s pride in his demigod child knew no bounds. Though, it was Percy’s heart and gentle nature that he adored the most, not his strength and power.

Poseidon wrapped Percy in a hug that Percy easily returned.

“...I don’t want this.” Percy whispered softly into his father’s shoulder.

Poseidon’s heart broke just a little but not much. He never wanted this to be forced on Percy, but the Fates had their own plans. “I know. But forgive me if I am happy I do not have to grieve you.”

“Gods of Olympus,” Clotho spoke up, her eyes sparking with amusement and pride. “A great time is upon us. A time to welcome another to our ranks from the growth of his own power and acclaim.”

Cheers and claps filled the amphitheater. Percy stepped back from his father and Poseidon retook his seat. Everyone’s attention was on Percy, and he clearly did not like it.

Lachesis continued as the noise began to die down. “This is one of our most honored and sacred traditions. Through this we will come to truly know Perseus and his stories.”

“Yet, no one can ever accuse Perseus of blindly following tradition.” Atropos’s eyes sparked like she hadn’t seen such amusement in centuries. Poseidon looked over at Percy with concern, only to see his son square his shoulder and stand a bit taller, resolute in his decision.

Poseidon glanced over at Zeus warily. Whatever Percy had decided, it was clear that Zeus would not like it. But, that was often the case with Percy’s decisions, and, with the Moirai’s backing, there was little Zeus could do to argue.

“If we’re going to do this, I demand that it is done my way.” Percy lifted his chin ever so slightly, daring anyone to argue. “To start, I have questions that I want answered. In turn, you may ask as well. I won’t just sit and watch my life go by in silence. The Fates have agreed to maintain control over interruptions. If what you have to say is important, then you will be heard.”

Murmurs of discontent moved through the theater at the prospect. Gods did not like to be confined in any way. But the Fates were beings that one did not fight. Did not argue with. If they deemed it best for you to be silent, then you were silent. Yet, not everyone seemed discontent in the proclamation. Artemis and Apollo both looked like the Solstice had come early, practically sitting on the edge of their seats with wide smirks and barely contained energy. Psyche had covered her mouth, but the mirth on her face was clear. Similarly, Heracles had a satisfied smirk on his face.

“The second thing is context.” Percy continued, clearly ignoring the reactions around him. “My story is not just my own. I don’t like the idea of you all watching and judging things without context outside my own mind. If you want the story, you have to accept the full story. So, I have requested the Fates bring the other most essential heroes in this mess to participate as well.”

“You would bring mortals to one of our most sacred events?” Hera snapped her voice hard.

Percy didn’t back down. “I would bring my friends, the demigods who saved our pantheon, to see my story. Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdaz, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Nico DiAngelo, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, and Jason Grace.”

“And we have approved of this deviation from tradition.” Clotho said. “The eyes of these demigods will be shielded, but they are under our protection. They will participate.”

Hera’s lips thinned into a line, but she nodded curtly.

“Lord Hades, we ask that you fetch Jason Grace’s spirit for us. We are explaining this to the other mortals and shall explain the situation to him before fully transitioning out of the Underworld.”

Hades didn’t look any happier at the order than Hera did at mortals being brought into the viewing, but he nodded anyway.

In what was only a second to the perception of the gods, the child appeared. Percy ran over to them and they greeted each other like war veterans at a reunion, all starting with Jason.

Jason Grace was met with hugs, loud exclamations, and claps to the back, which he seemed ecstatic to receive. Elysium was lonely when one was the first of their party to pass. Even their greetings, joyful as they were, were tinged with a bittersweetness. Because they knew this respite would end. And when their time came, they knew there would always be one of their number missing. It was not a fate anyone would wish on a troupe of warriors as close and bonded as they were, but it seemed to be their fate nonetheless.

Then they turned their attention to Percy, speaking in quiet tones in hopes the gods would not eavesdrop, though it was likely a useless hope. When have the gods ever been known to mind their own business?

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked, wrapping her best friend in a hug.

Percy hugged her back. “Physically? I feel like I’m burning. Not like…lava or something. Just like…I’ve got a fever that won’t go away no matter what I do. Mentally? I’m tempted to punch someone in the face. The Fates would be preferable, but I’ll accept King Sparky Pants.”

Thalia snorted. “And when I don’t even have a camera to appreciate the moment.”

“Percy.” Jason said seriously. “Please do not punch my father, get yourself killed and end up starting a war. I would prefer if it took everyone years to actually reunite in Elysium, thank you.”

Percy shook his head, “If this goes the way they want it too, I won’t be reuniting with anyone in Elysium ever.”

Nico winced. “Percy. If you don’t go through with this…you won’t reunite with anyone in Elysium either. It’s either you ascend like they want…or your soul burns away into the ether.”

They all looked at Nico with blank horrified looks on their faces. Then they turned to Hazel.

Hazel winced, her face twisting into a frustrated scowl. “...well I wasn’t planning on saying it like that.”

Percy crossed his arms. His eyes swimming with dark, rebellious thoughts. He remembered that the gods used to give people immortality on whims of their own fancy. His eyes flickered towards Ganymede, sitting near Zeus but trying to look invisible, to Ariadne beside Mr. D, to the Broeads loud and stupid with their father.

Percy met Mr. D’s eyes and the god smirked, a knowing fire in his eyes. The first thing Dionysus had done upon ascending was bring his loved ones along for the ride. Percy might not be able to keep everyone he wanted, but well…could the gods really argue if Percy brought their Nine Heroes of Olympus with him into the Realm of the Gods?

And who would stop him if he did it fast enough?

Hesitia came over and smiled gently at the demigods. “Children, please sit down. The Fates want to move on.”

With a gesture, an area for the demigods formed, one with plush couches, beanbag chairs, blankets, and snacks. Percy looked at it jealously, but didn’t say anything.

“You know, most of us are adults now,” Leo pointed out, even as he settled down with a bag of chips in a beanbag chair.

“You’ll always be children to me,” Hesitia said, “20 years have nothing on several millenia.”

Percy went back over to sit in his assigned seat. A “place of honor” that put him on display as much as it did the Muses. Percy and his life was still an amusement for the gods, even as was supposed to become one of them.

The entire amphitheater went quiet at the click of the Morai’s knitting needles filled that space. Morbid curiosity filled the eyes of the demigods as they leaned forward, while the gods only showed eagerness. Poseidon resisted the urge to throw his arm around Percy’s shoulder in excitement and pride. He knew Percy would appreciate it.

A swirl of sea-green thread knitted itself into a ball on a small table near the Muses. Strands of gold were shining among the thread, which only made Poseidon smile more.

Then the knitted ball unraveled into nothingness. 10 books sat there now in two stacks of five, each labeled with a number.

“It is decided!” The Moirai intoned.

“A combination of Media,” Atropus said.

“The story of Perseus Jackson shall be read from these books,” Clotho continued.

“And the scenes that the tapestry deems important shall be shown using illusions as well.” Lachesis finished.

“What exactly is the tapestry going to deem important?” Percy asked, his tone clearly angry and tired already.

“That is not for us to know,” Lachesis answered.

Percy took a deep breath. “...At least we won’t be starting with Tartarus…” he grumbled.

“No. We will not.” Atropus said. Then the three sisters disappeared.

With their vanishing, the Muses turned towards Zeus and bowed. The stage and their tools began to glow lightly, as if sprinkled with golden dust. Murmurs of excitement filled the room, though much less loudly than they should have. The Fates’ promise about interruptions was already holding true.

Zeus sent a quick glare in Percy’s direction and then nodded at the Muses. “You may begin.”

[teatitty]

Sweet to know Logan and Clint would kill Doc Ock for Peter

[digitaldeathx-deactivated202605]

self-awareness check, list five things you like that aren't media pieces in the tags now ‼️

[diannaphantomfiction]

Snippet From my Disney Descendants Political Story (Yes, this is technically a PJO crossover, but if it’s on Disney+ I’m considering it fair game)

Percy only had one gift from his father. Percy often wondered what the point was of his father even giving him a gift. He had read the stories. Poseidon was supposed to be a god who would do anything for his children. He had destroyed navies, drowned kingdoms, and sent monsters when his children called out for his help.

But apparently, not for Percy.

No, all Poseidon had done for Percy was give him a weapon when he turned twelve.

Ariel had comforted Percy as best she could. Ariel and Eric had taken him in and loved him as much as they did their daughter, Melody. Percy’s cousin, Hercules, visited regularly and tried to help too. But Percy wasn’t stupid. Percy wasn’t the same as Melody. He certainly wasn’t the same as Hercules’s sons. There had to be something…bad about him that no one would tell him.

Percy looked at the list of rules for Auradon Prep in his hand. Well. List was putting it lightly. Booklet was probably a better word for it.

“Can I take it?” Percy asked, ignoring the prick the little needle made in his hand as he clung to the broach.

Ariel reached over and absently messed up some of his blonde curls as she met Percy’s eyes. “As long as they don’t know what it actually is. Everyone is allowed to have jewelry. And if anyone says anything, just play the sympathy card, okay? Good people will never look cruel by taking away your only gift from your father.”

Percy nodded, running his thumb along the length of the pin. “...Why is everything different for me, Ariel?”

Ariel took a deep breath and sat down on Percy’s bed, patting the area next to her. Percy sat down too.

“You’re fourteen now. We wanted to hold off on telling you, but I doubt anyone else will let it be a secret. At Auradon, you’ll meet lots of people. Do you remember what we taught you about how people work?”

Percy nodded. “You said there are ‘Good’ people, who try to keep up appearances because they don’t want to look bad, and ‘Moral’ people, who do the right thing because it is the right thing to do. Even if it isn’t socially acceptable.”

Ariel nodded. “When you go to school, there will be people who call you Bad. Evil. Maybe even Villainous. And I need you to know that this is not your fault. Alright? You have done nothing wrong, Percy.”

Percy swallowed but didn’t interrupt. He knew that Ariel would tell him why. She never hid things from him. Not things that mattered.

Ariel took a deep breath. “When you were born, Atlantis and Tirulia both celebrated. You were the first child born to Grandfather Poseidon in nearly fifty years. A new prince of the seas was a joyous occasion. You and Sally were going to come live here, as part of the royal family. I’ve never seen grandfather more excited. But then…there was a prophecy.”

[theunfortunate-author]

[original-begay-docrime]

I can and will get my ass up to go to the library to post my fanfiction

[diannaphantomfiction]

YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!

[original-begay-docrime]

The jercy omegaverse fic has hit over 100k words O-o and its not even half way done

[diannaphantomfiction]

We are. A little insane