#imt.start

[xxjuni]

“i hate when people are disappointed in me ,” she said nervously. “it’s so much worse than if they were mad.” having someone mad at you was not great, to be sure. but there had always been something about someone being specifically disappointed that made juni feel terrible to her core. 

[witchbcrn-blog]

       everything was fuzzy. memories of the past night floated across her head in pieces. she knew there was fun, laughter, excitement... but there was also yelling, screaming, running. even her body felt fuzzy, almost numb.

       she sat up in a flash, head pounding with the effort. her vision went almost white, the pain then coming in waves instead of the previous pleasant, numb feeling. 

             “oh hell no. i don’t know who the fuck put me in the infirmary. but they’ve got hell                             comin’ at them.”

[liralfionis-blog]

  Normally, Lir would wait for waves to be produced naturally, but this time around a few nereids had strayed from his father to accompany him and he wanted to show them a good time. So, what better way than to pull the biggest waves, watching them curl in and out of the water, trying to tackle him as he cut through, hands guiding the water so that he could do things that normal surfers couldn’t do, to evade the water nymphs. Eventually, they would trip him up and he would be tugged beneath the waves, tumbling down until he could lay on the sand at the bottom.

        He laughed beneath the surface of the water until he floated idly up, one of the nereids bringing his surfboard to him and this repeated until the early morning sun tracked its path to center. The sun warmed Lir’s face, limbs aching with the exertion of surfing and he felt it was time to paddle in and get food if the rumbling of his stomach was any indication.

     With a sigh, he left behind giggling nereids, their waves of goodbye reflected by him until they blending into the water, more than likely returning to his father. The water chased him up the shore until dry sand clung to his feet and he placed his board in the sand, unzipping his wet suit.  He loved Camp Half-Blood, loved being close to the sea with no worries of monsters or mortal world concerns. Lir took up his board again and started walking, flicking water from his hair with a shake of his head, accidentally hitting a few demigods with stray flecks of water, much to their protests. An easy grin and a quick apology kept him from getting into an altercation, but he didn’t miss the blush on one particular demigod’s face and his grin became a little bit more daring.

                                                                   But food.

       Called away by the needs of his stomach, he commited the demigod’s face to memory before moving on. With his board tucked beneath his arm, wet-suit peeled down to his waistline, Lir left the beach and made the trek back to the main camp, coming upon someone that he knew on his way.

      “ Yo. Down to grub? ” He fell into step with them easily enough, leaving a trail of water from where he’d tread.

[gidgetgetit]

“i don’t know why people automatically associate me with hermoine from harry potter but i guess i’ll take it. she was always my favorite in the book series anyway. but, really, magic isn’t what jk rowling made it out to be. its far different from what you’d expect.” sophie stated in her soft voice as she looked up at the curious eyes watching her.

[girlignited]

“hey! watch out —” olympia doesn’t have a voice that would be loud enough to catch the attention of crowd, especially through the echoes of the arena’s noise. but her warning seems late as her lighter slips through her fingers, one hand in the air to signal other demigods to move... but the flames follow her hands and olympia’s brown hues reflect the roar of the fire that occurs by her own movements before her. “ah, shit — sorry, sorry!”

[lovesparis-blog1]

“I can’t remember how long it’s been since I’ve been at camp without looking at my necklace and I still have no idea why the harpy’s are so mean...”

[boyrioted-blog]

                      ‘   don’t  get  it  .  i mean , lily james did that . y’know what i mean . she existed . breathed . an’ meryl   ----  no offence to her or nothin’ , but  ...  y’know , she was there for like two minutes an’ she’s gonna get off with all them awards . like  ...  really . where’s colin’s emmy for that yacht scene ?   ’     a pause in his speech as sword parries   ---  shifting in to disarm opponent before body turns to the one jakub found himself idly chatting to , sheathing bronze and sighing ,     ‘   can’t believe they gave bond a whole song . again .   ’

[rhysacosta]

     “ If you think that’s a proper stance, ” Rhys approached the demigod, “ then whatever monster you plan on going up against is gonna have a good meal. ”