Hedwig Is A Village In Houston. Just Thought You Guys Should Know!

Who needs this big of a shower? Sure, I may need more elbow room... but honestly!! Got this off Pinterest. Just wondering... who would want this shower?

*awkwardly raises hand*

Inspired by this post by @blvnk-art :

(also i wrote this with 'To Build A Home' by The Cinematic Orchestra in the background, maybe you could too)

It wasn't a particularly special day, the first time she did it. It was just another afternoon, not long after they had finished unpacking the furniture in their new house. Dust motes still danced lazily through the air where they were thrown by the movement of boxes and plastic coverings, lit up by the beam of sunlight that lay across them where they sat, squeezed onto the same armchair.

"Harry."

"Yes, Ginny dear?" Harry shifted his head from where it rested against her shoulder to look at her, marvelling as he always did at the way her hair looked when it caught the light just so.

"Had you noticed all our furniture was red?" She moved, almost imperceptibly, to look right back at him. He wasn't sure how she did it, but her eyes always seemed to see through him, even when they glinted with amusement like they did now. "Or gold. Or a yellow that could almost be called gold."

"Mm? I hadn't noticed." Harry broke their gaze. He knew he couldn't keep a straight face if he carried on looking at her, with that little half-smile.

"Its almost like they're Gryffindor colours, darling." Her arms wound their way around his neck, fingers tracing tiny absent-minded patterns there as she smiled at him.

"Oh, what a.. lovely coincidence."

"Yes, a...coincidence."

They both broke into laughter. Harry took another look at Ginny as she closed her eyes and laughed, nose scrunching up as she laughed in that way that always made him want to kiss her, drawing your eye to those freckles that he thought really looked like some kind of artwork, particularly held in the sun like this. Her skin was smoothed over by the light, and looked as soft as it felt as he stroked a thumb over Ginny's cheek, holding her face in that mesmerised way he always did.

At some point she stopped laughing and noticed him staring. Ginny looked down at Harry, shifting her legs in his lap and moving one hand to lie on top of his.

"You do know that I understand that, right?" Her eyes met his with such gentleness, and the way she held him meant that of course he knew, of course he knew she understood because Ginny saw him. She smiled, Harry's hand drifted down from her face to rest securely on the small of her back.

Ginny hesisted, just for a moment, before bringing both hands up to his face. She helf him, and Harry closed his eyes as fingertips joined the sun in caressing his face with love and warmth. His hair was pushed back from his forehead, her fingers working through the knots and tangles there, letting the whole of his face feel the last kiss of the sun. He felt her hands leave his face, and nearly opened his eyes.

Then, she pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. Not just his forehead, to the lightening shaped scar that had brought them so much trouble.

For just a split second he froze in fear, a breath caught in his throat, the sensation awakening an old fear. The moment of fear was shattered when a strand of Ginny's hair brushed his neck, and he caught the scent of her perfume in the air. As he relaxed, he could almost feel his brain beginning to whir as he contemplated the meaning of what she had just done, the safety and surety of being in her presence, the weight of her on his lap and reality of her held there in his hands, permanent and loving and good. The moment passed and she sat up to look at him, in that simple way only she could, as though she had not just done something so meaningful and tender he thought his heart might explode.

"Ginny?"

"Yes Harry?"

He grinned at her. "Nothing." He reached up to pull her in to a kiss. He was safe here. Never had there been a place safer for him than her arms. He was safe.

All was well.

Demigod’s and Mornings

Percy is sooo not a morning person and is likely to use soap instead of toothpaste unintentionally

Leo is the same way, he once poured coffee into his cereal and ate it anyways

Piper is always angry when she wakes up and will cuss you out if you try to talk to her

Annabeth is completely unresponsive in the morning and should not be held responsible for anything she did before her morning coffee

Jason actually likes mornings and goes on 6am jogs (can’t relate)

Frank usually joins Jason on those jogs

Hazel is a morning person and is pretty productive during that time

Nico detests mornings and will not get up even if you throw him off the bed

Calypso loves mornings and can usually be found gardening early in the day

Reyna is pretty neutral on mornings and spends them planning things for the legion

Rachel is a freak of nature and will be awake at 4am painting (yes I know she’s not a demigod I just wanted to add her)

Will, despite being a child of Apollo despises mornings and will probably be found surrounded by several coffee mugs

Grover enjoys mornings and spends them outside hiking

Redesigned Book Covers - Percy Jackson And The Olympians

August 18th 2016 // Happy 23rd Birthday to Percy Jackson, the only boy that has made such a profound impact on my life. Percy has always been there for me since I was 12 years old, and his stories have changed the last 10 years of my life immensely. I cannot even begin to express how many times Percy Jackson has helped me out of terrible times, and how much I relate this series as a lifeline to my childhood, how much I see this as a window into happier fantasies. I’ve made friends over these books, and is the only only series other than Harry Potter that I will cherish until I die. This is my comfort series. It may sound ridiculous, but Percy is more than just some fictional character. Thank you, Rick Riordan, for giving me and millions of other children out there a friend in Percy Jackson. (legit tearing up writing this omg)

“When you turn 18, people are gonna try and tell you to buy drugs or cigarettes because you can. No. You know what else is legal to buy at 18? Blades. Get yourself a damn sword. A big knife is also okay.”

— Percy Jackson, talking to his baby sister Estelle

this is the last weekend of 2019, just saying

I present to you:

The 2:33AM point I made to my sister well she’s halfway across the US on a trip.

You can make me choose between the classic.

Choose between the CW hotties.

Hell even make me choose between the my Apocalypse Boys.

BUT NEVER

Make me choose between three Kings.

Why did no one tell me there's a meme from 2001 in The Dragon Prince??? He really went "one does not simply walk into Arcadia" wITH THE HAND THING AND EVERYTHING

Annabeth: It’s cold.

Percy : Here have my jacket.

Percy : It’s cold.

Annabeth : *sigh* I know that, Seaweed Brain. *cuddles Percy for body warmth*

Piper : It’s cold.

Jason : *calls on warm and summery winds* better?

Jason : It’s cold.

Piper : *charmspeaks* No it’s not, it’s warm.

Calypso : It’s cold.

Leo : *just heats himself up a bit and walks closer to Calypso*

Leo : It’s cold.

Calypso : *snorts* who am I talking to again? Just heat yourself up. You have fire powers for the gods sake.

Hazel : It’s cold.

Frank : *wraps arms around her shoulders*

Frank : It’s cold.

Hazel : *wraps arms around his waist because she can’t reach his shoulders*

Nico : It’s cold.

Will : Nico, I told you to put on a jacket but nooooo, I’ll be fine, it’s not that cold. Take my jacket, I have two. Doctors orders.

Will : It’s cold.

Nico : Will what do you want me to do? Hug you? You’ve been complaining that my hands are too cold for days. Give you a jacket? I don’t have one. Steal someone else’s? Um… ok.

Will : Nico forget it.

Alex : It’s cold.

Magnus : … uh yeah. Um you want my jacket or something? *blushing*

Magnus : It’s cold.

Alex : Too bad.

My band on a daily basis lol

our bd hasnt been giving us any time to tune during rehearsals so we up in the high woodwinds like

clarinets: have completely given up

flutes: still frantically trying to match pitches between songs