#jasongraceless

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(#i really want to write but like #i just feel stuck #it's bad) casey i freaking feel for you btw i love your new theme so much

ahhhh thanks girl

and i know, like writing one word is sometimes hard. i have like 12 WIPs but I can’t get through any of them :(

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hey XP

LIFE STORY:Opening Credits: Big Girls Don’t Cry- FergieWaking Up: While You Were Sleeping- Jill SobuleFirst Day At School: Bleeding Out- Imagine DragonsFalling In Love: All Alone- Fun. (no it’s okay you have preppy boy)Fight Song: Hear Me- Imagine DragonsBreaking Up: Clocks- ColdplayLife’s OK: Flaws- BastilleGetting Back Together: Don’t Stop Believin’- JourneyWedding: Single Ladies- Beyonce (oh god idk what this is supposed to mean)Birth of Child: Get Back- The BeatlesFinal Battle: Nothing More- The Alternate RoutesDeath Scene: Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head- B.J. ThomasFuneral Song: Only the Good Die Young- GleeEnd Credits: Carry On- Fun.

omg hahahaha some of these were really accurate I’m really laughing about single ladies though which came up at the least opportune time

If anyone else wants this inbox me saying “hey” and I’ll do one for you!

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Home (Is Wherever I'm With You)

Happy birthday Meg!!!!!! You are one of the kindest people I know, and you're incredibly talented at writing and blog-organizing and generally being awesome. Hope you have a wonderful birthday!

"Home is where one starts from." ~ T.S. Elliot

Three times Percy and Annabeth build a fire, and one time they build a home. (Title credits to Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros).

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one.

The first time they build a fire, it barely starts.

Percy collects the firewood and Annabeth analyzes the way to strike a spark. The sun is just setting over the trees, the last rays of daylight coating the leaves in a golden brush. They are surrounded by forest, by shadows that are beginning to grow and stretch in the evening air.

Although Percy has never been scared of nighttime before, it makes him nervous now. He stands a few feet away from Annabeth and watches with mild fascination as she rubs two sticks together at a perfectly calculated angle, while managing to tuck a magnifying glass under her chin to refract the light a certain way. He'd normally go over and offer to help, but he's pretty sure he'd mess something up and she'd yell at him. The truth is, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't scared of her (at least, scared of her while she's busy doing something. He might not always be the most socially aware person, but he's learned not to interrupt Annabeth while she's in the middle of something).

All of a sudden, he sees a flare of blue-ish light and jumps forward, hoping to catch the sparks. They vanish into the night air just moments later, leaving bright spots that sear Percy's retina and leave him feeling disappointed and a little bit hopeless. Annabeth throws the sticks down in frustration and mutters a string of Greek curses under her breath.

Judging by the shadows, Percy guesses they have another half hour of sunlight left. Annabeth's efforts grow more frantic, and Percy wonders if this is hard for her. He doesn't know a lot about her past or where she came from, but he knows she ran away from home when she was seven.

Her lip is jutted out, her hands clenched tightly around the sticks, knuckles white, and Percy can't help but notice how tired she looks. Perhaps this reminds her of countless nights spent by firelight as she, Luke, and Thalia stumbled their way through the world, trying to find a home. They were all Annabeth had, and even her makeshift family had been torn apart by Thalia's death.

He wonders how many times she has made a fire before, and how many times that reminds her of her failure to keep her family safe.

The sticks spark again, but this time the heat catches in the bundle of kindling Annabeth had prepared. Using expert technique, she transfers the smoking pile to a larger collection of sticks, and Percy watches in awe as the sole spark grows into a seething glow of fire.

"Ah," Annabeth announces, looking up from the bundle of sticks set ablaze, "I got it." Her smile is a bit overconfident and smug, but when she meets his eyes he sees a bit of affection too. She doesn't say it out loud, but Percy can tell she's trying to share this moment with him.

He feels a tug in his gut, like he's being propelled to her and the warmth of the fire pulling him in close. Maybe they're one and the same.

Percy sits down next to her, their shoulders bumping, and he peeks at her face under the fringe of hair that just touches his lashes. He feels the heat of the fire on his hands, his chest, his cheeks. It's a little overwhelming because he feels lost in all his responsibility- being a hero, finishing the quest- but he also feels innately grounded. Like his home is at her side, no matter what.

"Yeah," he agrees, watching the fire dance dangerously in her irises, "we got it."

two.

The second time they build a fire, he's pretty sure they're about to die.

It's almost routine now; it's simple after years of experience going on quests by her side. Plus, they have matches this time, which almost makes it too easy. Percy would be all about the challenge of building it from scratch if three giant monsters weren't chasing them.

Percy grabs two heavy sticks and bundles some dry grass on top. Annabeth expertly strikes the match and sets their two makeshift torches ablaze. They work in quiet terror- they only have a few seconds to move or else they'll become Hellhound snack. Not exactly the way Percy wants to go, if he's gonna go. Not the way he's gonna let Annabeth go, if he has anything to do with it.

They surge forward in the darkness, approaching the mouth of a tunnel. Almost immediately after they enter, the tunnel forks off in two directions. They pause at the intersection, standing shoulder to shoulder, the thunder of Hellhound paws growing louder with each passing second.

"We have to split up," Annabeth decides, looking behind her. They're trapped, and the only way to escape is forward. Into the darkness.

"Absolutely not."

"Percy," she chastises, her tone equally anxious and determined, "it'll be much easier if they're divided. You go right and I'll go left."

She brandishes her torch, pulling it up and sticking her arm out so that the light cascades down the tunnel as far as it will go. Although they peer into the darkness, there's no end in sight.

He knows that she's right- she always is- but he also knows that he doesn't want to leave her side. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to let her go off alone, but he has a sinking feeling that it's also because he's a little selfish. He doesn't want to be alone, himself. He's scared.

She turns back to him, her jaw set firm and her lips pressed together. Annabeth nods her head in his direction and takes a step toward the darkness. Almost unthinkingly, Percy reaches out to grab her hand and keep her close.

Her chin jerks up at him in surprise, and his tongue flounders uselessly in his mouth.

"I don't want to leave yo—"

There's a howl immediately behind them, indicating that the monsters are only moments away from finding them. Annabeth pulls her hand back and shoves Percy forward.

"Go! I'll see you on the other side!" she calls, her voice shaking a little and fading as she gets farther away from him.

Hardly aware of them, Percy's feet drag him forward into the mouth of the cave. Although he's stumbling into the darkness to try and save his life, he manages to look over his shoulder and see Annabeth's fire recede into the gloom at the other side of the tunnel, like the blackness pinched out the flames.

It's the last thing he looks for as he turns away from her, and the first thing he'll look for when he finds her again.

three.

The third time they build a fire, it feels sort of fulfilling.

They work together in unison. There's no rush today- dinner has just ended and Chiron had asked them to prepare the campfire for the night to celebrate the close of another summer.

It's funny because Percy is no longer scared to be close to Annabeth as they gather the wood and strike a match. He's no longer a frightened twelve-year-old whose sneakers were too floppy and whose confidence was cut too short. He's learned to work with Annabeth, not against her, and perhaps that has been one of the most rewarding experiences of the summer. She doesn't let people understand her too often, he's noticed. Or perhaps people haven't been trying to understand her in the right way.

He's done a lot of heroic things in his life, but if he's proud of anything, it's that she trusts him. Sure, he can be goofy and hyperactive and generally counterproductive to accomplishing things effectively, but he always has good intentions and she knows that. She understands him, too.

This is the biggest fire they've ever started together and it's brilliant. It glows and it dances and it licks the sky and sometimes Percy feels small and insignificant, but when she gives him a smug smile and knocks him playfully in the shoulder, Percy feels a mile tall.

"Nice job, you dork. It's the best fire I've seen in a while," she says, rolling her eyes in the most tender way possible. Percy presses a hand over his heart, partially to feign hurt, but mostly because when she smiles at him like that, it feels like whatever is holding his chest together is going to splinter and crack.

It's quiet for a moment, just the two of them, and it's everything Percy needs.

"We deserve it for lasting through another summer without dying. Or without me blowing something up by accident." He says it sarcastically and she laughs, but they both know it's true. And they both know that without the other one, they wouldn't still be standing there.

Moments later, the campers begin to shuffle in for the nightly activities. The uninhabited campfire quickly becomes a hub of chatter and activity and singing. Percy finds his place among his friends, making sure to keep Annabeth near.

He's not stupid, and he knows that his feelings have progressed to something romantic- hell, platonic feelings probably flew out the window the first time he saw her. And although she teases him relentlessly and a compliment from her is hard to come by, he feels like things between them are going in a certain direction and it makes his head a little bit dizzy just thinking about it.

Chiron approaches the campfire.

"Here's to the close of another year among young heroes and among friends!"

The campers cheer wildly; Percy and Annabeth are among them.

Although it's not perfect, it's the closest thing to home that Percy has ever had. Not because he gets his own cabin or because he spends most of the year living there. Because of his friends. Because of the faces he sees alight by the campfire, glowing from the light and warmth that brings them together every night to sing silly songs and laugh and make fun of each other. In these faces, he sees a thousand stories, he sees hurt, he sees pain. But by the campfire, he sees a million smiles that burn more forcefully than batters or bruises.

Family and love shines brighter than the fire ever could.

one.

The first time they build a home together, it's everything they need.

Naturally, it's not flawless, but it wouldn't be right if it were. After all, when have Percy and Annabeth ever had things come easily to them?

They fight over stupid things and Annabeth ends up throwing a book at a wall somewhere along the line (dangerously close to Percy's head, he might add). Percy ends up breaking some of the nice china, but he swears he never really liked it anyway, so it's not a big deal.

Their days are filled with packing and unpacking boxes, painting walls and vacuuming dust. Their days are filled with narrowed eyes and temperamental glares, but they always end up kissing by the time the sun sets because love isn't perfect and neither one would want it if it was.

The first day they sleep in their new apartment, they pull a mattress into the living room and stand side by side to stare at the scene before them- a mixture of clutter and chaos and the rest of their life slowly being unraveled piece by piece. It's amazing to Percy that their adventures started with the sun going down, and now he'll get to be with Annabeth every single day as the sun comes up.

They both look over at the fireplace in the room, desolate and dusty and perfect for roasting marshmallows and lighting up the house when it's cold.

"Want to build a fire?" Annabeth asks, leaning her head on his shoulder. His arm snakes around her waist instinctively and her cheekbone brushes his collarbone.

"Nah," he says, pulling her in close and looking around them at the empty bookcase that will soon be filled with Annabeth's novels. At the Ikea desk with eighty thousand nuts and bolts scattered all over the wooden floor. At the seemingly endless boxes filled with little bits and pieces of their life that will fill the new apartment, at the empty cardboard boxes to be used for firewood sometime in the future. He can't help but feel sentimental. "We've already built a home."

She smiles at him so brightly that Percy realizes that they don't need a fire for the whole house to be radiant, anyway.

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jasongraceless: MEGGGGGG you were the first to reach out to me on ff.net and we bonded over admiring each other's writing. i can't tell you how much it means to me that we became pals, not just because you are a wonderful person, but because you introduced me to MORE wonderful people and got me involved in pjowriters. you are so much fun to talk to, and it's a *little* bit of fun shipping you so much with preppy boy :)

seawedebrain: oh Shay, my true compunion. even though our marriage seems to have a few bumps in the road (like both of us cheating on each other multiple times...) it's okay because you will always be my first and only true love. you are soooo funny and adorable and i'm so glad to have met you and read your writing because you're so talented <--- i'm really tired so i'm not sure if that sentence made sense but you get the idea i love you :)

bandanabeth: hi sarah!! i'm super happy that you're part of the pjowriters group and everyone else introduced me to you!! it's super cool that we're getting to know each other and just fyi i love chillin' on your blog because it's hella rad. also your writing is like asdfghjkl amazing.

somethingmorecreative1: RACHEL you actual writing goddess. i literally admire you so much because while i can barely crack out a 2k fic in like 3 months you literally write SO MUCH and it's SO GOOD your writing fuels my life. also, i love fangirling about the 100 with you because we basically started watching at the same time and it's super great. you're so lovable and kind and i'm gonna shut up now because i'm getting teary but <3

bellalou5: okay bella literally your blog makes me SO HAPPY every time i go on it because i see the hozier lyrics and it's WONDERFUL. i think you're the only person in the world who understands my obsession with him so much, and it's clearly not because we're crazy but because everyone else just doesn't appreciate hozier as a gift to mankind. also, just wanted to let you know that i adore your writing SO much and am always shocked by your talent and thoughtfulness in a lot of your work!! love youuu

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you don't have to do this, i'm just sending it in case you wanted to, but the rule is to publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes. check my blog to see what I said about you!

jasongraceless— Meeeegggggggggg, I’m so lucky to have you in my life, and I still can’t believe that I was one of your favorites on ff.net. Idk, it still seems pretty crazy to me. You’re a kickass Beta, and I know that I’m going to keep sending you those “sneak peeks” for you to fix! 

bellalou5— BELLA! You’re the light of my life, bby, and when I have problems, you’re the first one to fix them usually. Idk what I would do without you and your bellarke fic recs. I blog stalk you all the time so I can find stuff to reblog bc you’re hella rad

seawedebrain— Shay, shay, shay, shay, shay. I have no words for how perfect you are (even if I can’t ever spell your url). You’re the one that coined my tag “rachelelizabaedare” and even though I love it, I love you way more!!!!! :)

tai-chi-leigh— Casey, you pushed me into The 100, and even though I’m currently dying bc of it, I love you so much for telling me to watch it. I normally run my fic ideas by you just to see what you’ll say, and I also love you for reining me in when I get too crazy. And I can’t even tell you how much I love all of your AUs. I swear, I can’t

bandanabeth— Sarah! It took me waaayyy to long to figure out how to spell your url (I swear to god I still mess it up sometimes) I love your blog and I blog-stalk you a lot bc you’re hella awesome

arianatrenta— Adam, sometimes I still wonder where all of the Ariana stuff on my dash comes from, but then I remember that it’s you, and then I think that you probably don’t want to see all of my percy jackson/the 100 stuff but… Anyway, I love you so much, and I miss you!

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when you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes. check my blog to see what I said about you! ❤️❤️❤️

AWW JEN ily too

okay okay um (trying to remember who i’ve already tagged damn)

Attou opalbaefung - aw man such a nice person and has a great blog and also is a fellow Canadian holla

Rhea hyllax - OTHER FELLOW CANADIAN (i just did something like this for u but im gonna do it again) ily and your art and you’re rad (which i have mentioned before bUT STILL)

Meg jasongraceless - Meg is rlly great ok and she is one of the only people who understands my ask tag and i love her for that

Julia sarcasticperseus - Jullliiaaaa is awesome and i try to limit myself on much i reblog from her bc otherwise i would reblog everything

Barbara lesbianthalia - is FAB and is fun to talk with and has amazing posts 

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I was tagged by arianatrenta to do the shuffle tag! I have 196 in my library, and I can only shuffle, not skip. 

Somewhere in Neverland--All Time Low

Best Song Ever--One Direction

Feeling Myself--Nicki Minaj Feat. Beyonce

Gorilla--Bruno Mars

Night Changes--One Direction

Get Low--Lil Jon & The East Side Boys & Ying Yang Twins

Wiggle--Jason Derulo Feat. Snoop Dogg

Good Girls--5 Seconds of Summer

American Beauty/American Psycho--Fall Out Boy

Don't Say Goodnight--Hot Chelle Rae

I'm tagging bellalou5 jasongraceless tai-chi-leigh and sorryimnotafictionalcharacter.

[tai-chi-leigh]

oh, casey, you're going to wish you had never signed up for sleepover saturday.... MFK Bella, Shay, Rachel (i'm laughing so hard I'm almost crying)

well unfortunately shay is going to have to go. it’s tragic, i know, but she cheated on me with rachel so that leaves me no choice okay I’M SORRY IT HAS TO END LIKE THIS

i will then proceed to marry bella according to plan because we can grow old together and watch the 100 like a cute married couple that shares each other’s interests and i can already see our retirement house in florida with bellamy posters all over the place

and i guess that leaves rachel. heyyy, hey rachel ;)

but it’s not actually that simple.

you see, many years later, i suspect rachel will have hard feelings about me committing to bella. she’ll go crazy with grief and vow for revenge and she’ll BREAK INTO OUR RETIREMENT HOME AND KILL BELLA

devastated by the loss of my beautiful wife, i’ll chase rachel in my car to make it even. BUT, the ghost of shay, who still loves rachel, will swoop down and protect her from being run over. 

shay will then carry rachel in her arms to a safe recluse, far, far away where they can write preppyboy fics for the rest of eternity.

i WISH it could end like that, but these things can’t have happy endings.

25 years later, shay and rachel will have written libraries worth of preppyboy books. the real preppyboy will realize that, hey, these books are actually about him. this is where you come in, meg

preppyboy will seek you out and after TWENTY THREE DAYS OF LOOKING HE WILL DRAG HIMSELF TO YOUR DOORSTEP and get down on one knee to ask for your hand in marriage. HOWEVER, little lonely me (who has become your butler), still grieving the loss of my wife, will answer the door for you.

and when he asks for your hand in marriage i’ll say, “she can’t, she has tennis.”

fin.