“You dropped this.”

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like? the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important. and they told us to tell you hello. —swanjolras Corner image by incredibru Blog icon by cindersart

[gazehoundz]

my dear friends. my beloved followers and mutuals alike. this is a mandatory assessment. report back with your scores

were you paying attention in 3rth grade eglish class

[gazehoundz]

nobody wants to reblog with their scores. come on. be brave. its ok to fail sometimes

[retrogradedreaming]

“Ao3 needs an algorithm” no it doesn’t, part of the ao3 experience is scrolling through pages of cursed content looking for the one fic you want to read until you get distracted by a summary so cursed that it completely derails your entire search

[largishcat]

circling back around to the issue of writers being expected to do all their own goddamn marketing via social media these days, because it completely nixes the possibility of writers being weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, or misanthropes. 80% of the literary canon was written by weird shut ins, off-putting eccentrics, and misanthropes. if you weed out everyone who’s the wrong kind of insane to maintain a twitter presence, who on earth is left

[gffa]

I am not even a little bit sorry for the person I become when there’s new content about my favorite fictional character.  You live by the fictional character hyperfixation, you die by the twenty plus posts I’m forcing you all to see about my Blorbo.

[sim-jaeyuns]

Obi-Wan Kenobi + sass

[annabethy]

I have decided to make a list of all the fics that have made me cry for those days where you need a good few tears <3

the sun stands @emdrew

impossible year @bananannabeth

how lucky i am @son-of-rome

give me your hand (there’s mayonnaise in your hair) (tumblr unknown)

wait for me to come home (tumblr also unknown)

i’m lucky i’m in love with my best friend (mine because i did, in fact, have a mental breakdown writing this)

here we mark the price of freedom (i call this one self-inflicted pain)

[satorugojjo]

imagine if white authors wrote white characters the way they wrote brown characters like “Her skin shone in the fluorescent lighting like soft mayonnaise. Madison extended a yogurt coloured hand to tuck her hair behind her smooth cream cheese ears, her vanilla complexion brightening as she saw a cat outside.”

bruh pls stop calling us coffee mocha chocolate lava cake frappucino caramel delights. why u so afraid of the word brown. say warm brown, deep brown, tan brown, brown brown brown brown!

[jackarthurdavenport]

Where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of all things that grow. And yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But, today of all days, it is brought home to me: it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.

THE SHIRE in THE LORD OF THE RINGS (2001-2003) dir. Peter Jackson

[678i0u]

[flyingcrowbar]

Okay, science experiment!

Put in the tags if you remember:

1) Percy and Annabeth held up the sky together

2) Percy and Annabeth held up the sky independently

And when was the last time you read the series.

[stars-bean]

Hot Fuzz (2007) dir. Edgar Wright

[logologist]

stuck with each other

Written for @kindclaws for the @bellarke-secretsanta 2020.

Of course. It’s only natural that being nice would come back to bite Bellamy in the ass this royally.

Read on AO3:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[arysafics]

wrapped in red for @logologist

Bellamy’s flight home is cancelled, and he returns to his dorm to find his roommate’s girlfriend naked, on his bed, tied up in ribbons. Naturally he assumes she’s done it for him.

rated e, ~4.9 k words

written for @bellarke-secretsanta

[logologist]

So @flyingcrowbar tagged me in the challenge to post gifs of my top ten favorite movies without titles. Not sure I have that many, or that I have an actual top list, but here goes (in no particular order):

I tag @keiraknighted

[logologist]

Tagged by @flyingcrowbar

-> rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping

“The Sound Of Silence” by Disturbed

“The Light” by Disturbed (yes, shuffle is on :P)

“It Has Begun” by Starset

“Europa” by Globus

“Carnival Of Rust” by Poets of the Fall

“Take It Out On Me” by Thousand Foot Krutch

“The Chosen Ones” by Dream Evil

“Eye Of The Storm” by Watt White

“Unity” by Shinedown

“Meet Me on the Battlefield” by SVRCINA

Tagging: @keiraknighted​ @greenconverses​

[logologist]

hello! your secret santa here. i was wondering, would you be opposed to me using the prompt you specified for fanart (the ribbon one) for fanfiction instead?

Absolutely not opposed, go ahead! :)

[ananbeth]

“I don’t want to talk about it” for the dialogue prompt if you’re talking them? 💞💞

Annabeth has been acting weird since breakfast. Usually, she would greet Percy outside the pavilion, before or after they ate depending on how long it had taken them both to get out of their respective beds. But today she hadn’t. She had barely glanced up from her half eaten bowl of porridge to acknowledge him, in fact. Percy knew he tended to get inside his own head about these things, so he tried not to overthink it or take it personally, but this was hard to shrug off.

It wasn’t like they spent every day together, but while they were at camp they did try to match their schedules up as much as they could. The Winter Break had brought a welcome to their respective busy school schedules which had been crammed full with boring mortal things like studying for finals and college applications. In addition, it would be the first Christmas they spent together as a couple, thanks to Hera’s little abduction the year before. And Annabeth had been enjoying that time spent together. But today she was definitely avoiding him.

Percy decided he wouldn’t take it personally and gave her some space, if that’s what she wanted.

He goes about his day, supervising the lava wall and grabbing the scruff of one daughter of Apollo before she landed butt first in the molten stuff. The afternoon kept him busy teaching some of the younger campers sword skills as he wrought his mind away from memories of Luke teaching him the very same instructions when he first landed here six years ago. Meanwhile, Annabeth was on the other side of Camp, overseeing construction of an extension to the Hermes cabin, long-overdue.

It wasn’t until after dinner that his resolve broke, sending him to cabin six while the others headed to the campfire, already warbling some horrendous renditions of Santa Baby. Travis Stoll’s voice could be heard most distinctly above the others’.

The Athena cabin was almost completely dark, with only one lamp turned on between two of the beds closest to the door. And that’s where he found Annabeth, a hunched figure sitting on the edge of her neatly made bed with her back to him. Percy took a steadying breath, feeling unreasonably nervous, before walking over, circling the end of her bed and ending up sitting on the one opposite. Their knees were close to knocking together but he kept the distance there, wary of her unspoken desire for space.

Annabeth startled as he sat down, blinking at him like he’d spooked her out of some reverie. Her hands played with a thin chain in her lap and stilled as she looked up at him with wide eyes.

“I just…” he started, uncertain. “I wanted to check you’re okay?”

Horrifyingly, her eyes filled with tears and she looked down at her lap as she released a shaky breath. And Percy was helpless to an Annabeth in pain, so he moved to sit next to her, wrapping an arm over her shoulders and pulling her against him. She went willingly against his chest and he could feel her cold nose through his shirt as she shakily hiccuped through a sob. Growing increasingly concerned, Percy rubbed her arm and kissed the top of her head, grateful at least that she was letting her comfort him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked her in a hushed voice.

It took another moment for Annabeth to control her breathing and she clutched his shirt in her fist, leaning against him.

“It’s his birthday today,” she whispered eventually, so quietly that Percy nearly missed it.

“Whose birthday?”

Finally, Annabeth sat up, wiping her face on her own sweater in a way that would have been completely unattractive if he wasn’t so completely in love with her. She met his gaze, her eyes hardening to steel, ready to challenge his response before he could even ready himself to give it.

“Luke’s,” she said.

Percy felt himself stiffen before he could help it and Annabeth felt it too, if the shift in her expression told him anything. She looked ready to argue. It threw Percy back to two summers ago, to the summers before that, spent at loggerheads with an Annabeth who refused to accept what Luke had become, who defended him again and again, believing he was ultimately good, despite all actions proving otherwise. Percy had been told that loyalty was his weakness, but he’d never met anyone as fiercely loyal as Annabeth.

She had been right, in the end. To an extent.

Percy had come to forgive Luke, in his own way, having witnessed the sacrifice he had made to make penance. But in his heart of hearts, he only really thought that Luke’s actions had been because of Annabeth, because of her unwavering belief in his goodness, underneath all of the rage and the malice and the bitterness which had caused so, so much destruction. It was a bitterness which percy had grown to understand more and more over the years, but as he thought of the burned shrouds of his friends who should be going to college and falling in love and becoming adult versions of themselves that would never be, he couldn’t imagine himself following that same path.

But Annabeth had lost more than he had, and he couldn’t be angry with her for that. So before her hackles truly rose, Percy squeezed her shoulder and met her eyes levelly.

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

She stared at him for a moment and then all at once, slumped against him. Her head rested against his shoulder as she tucked her legs up onto the bed and pushed herself halfway into his lap and Percy wrapped his arms around her and just held her. He couldn’t undo anything that had happened, couldn’t make these lingering feelings any less confusing or soured, but he could be here for Annabeth if that’s what she needed.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.

“Okay. We don’t have to.”

But despite her protest, she went on. “He would have been twenty five. I keep thinking about how i’m gonna turn twenty five one day and he never will. Neither will Thalia, not really. It was just the three of us for so long and then it was me and Luke - or at least I thought it was - and now...it’s just me.”

Percy feels his heart cracking in his chest at the pain in her voice.

“It isn’t though. You’re not on your own, Annabeth.”

She took a deep breath against him before lifting her head to kiss his shoulder and then rest her cheek there. She grasped his hand, keeping the small chain cradled between her fingers as she gripped his. Percy squeezed back, wondering at the origin of the necklace he had never seen before. A memory of Luke, most likely. Despite its presence between their palms, it didn’t feel like a barrier, just a shared memory. Like a burden on both of their shoulders instead of hers alone.

And, well, he had carried the sky on his shoulders for her before, so this wasn’t too much of an ask.

“Last year sucked,” she told him after a moment. Her voice was much steadier, which he was glad for.

“Sorry about that.”

Annabeth actually snorted, lifting Percy’s hopes even further. “It was hardly your fault you got abducted.”

“Well, still.”

She lifted her head to look at him at last. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying and her nose and cheeks were pink from where she had scrubbed them dry on the sleeve of her sweater. She was still the prettiest person Percy knew. He reached up to push a wild curl of hair behind her ear.

“It’s you and me, huh?” she said and his whole chest filled up with warmth.

Percy nodded, curving his hand to her cheek and marvelling at the way she leaned in to him with complete trust. He couldn’t really put into words how much she meant to him, but a promise like this was a good place to start.

“It’s you and me,” he told her.

And, with tears still drying on her cheeks, Annabeth leaned in to seal a kiss over his lips, like a promise of her own.