café au lait {drarry}
you can't begin to explain a love story in a couple of words.but the best things in life are kept simple:two cups of café au lait,the whisper of the words, "i love you,"…
chasing an illusion - pipabeth
"i truly believe that i was meant to be yours,but it was never meant to be easy."it's been six years since what would have been a teenage whirlwind romance. six years since that hazy, translucent night.ever since, annabeth has long given up on love and has been running away from it, chasing after her career. but then, annabeth meets piper again in new york city, at a concert of which piper performed. annabeth finds herself running in circles, wondering what it is that she truly wants and fighting for a sense of balance. piper mclean is annabeth's ghost, her illusion, her battleground, her war.[#1 in pipabeth on 10/20/19]…
erebus, my darling - solangelo
eρεβος (erebos)- of darknessi saw darkness pass over his eyes. that blank stare that was lifeless and cold.the darkness is a static constant in this ancient story of ours. to which we all submit. to which, even the ancients, especially the ancients, speak of. those who pass hardly ever return. those who return are never forgotten.what is it? what is it that looms over our fates and darkens our doorways?it is death, my love. erebus, my darling.…
catching wind
no one really sees wind, only its affects on the environment. you'll see it- swaying trees and flying dresses, the wind being caught and struggling and fighting its captor, breaking free and away, away, away. there is something agonizingly human about it.a collection of short stories, excerpts, and other little short things i write sometimes that i don't know what to do with.…
if the summer could sing
a book of songs i have written!and will continue to write and add ontothis book was originally made for my own use and reference so that all my songs were accessible and in one place,but i thought maybe someone else would like to see them.so i'm just putting them out there in case anyone would like to look at the lyrics (though you won't be able to hear what it sounds like)there's a few notes and chords alongside the lyrics on there mostly for my own purposes. but they might also give you an idea of what it kinda sounds like maybe.…
the sun looks good on you - solangelo
on a bustling street of new york city, there's a small coffee shop called the midnight café. that's where i, nico diangelo, work the night shift. the night does not love me or speak to me, she is quiet. she merely harbors me and the souls of those with nothing left, our only comfort being a cup of coffee on a rainy night.but him? the sun adores him. she leaves kisses on his nose and cheeks and covers him in freckles. she adorns him with a crown of gold. she loves him because his smile could turn nectar into honey and ice into water. she follows him wherever he goes, bringing light with her.the sun looks good on him.[#1 in solangelo 7/25/19]…
orange peels
what's left over after you eat the fruit.poems, i think.…
how to fall in love - jercy
❝ how does one fall in love? ❞percy jackson obsessively swipes through grindr. he spends nights with guy after guy, temporarily relieving his loneliness without the fear of attachment.jason grace lets himself be pushed around. he's been doing what everyone wants him to do for so long, he's forgotten what he wants. he doesn't want to disappoint anyone, after all.percy avoids affection like the plague, afraid of getting hurt. jason avoids love like the plague, afraid of hurting others. they run in circles, chasing the answer to the question until their paths align.…
breathless ♡ {pipabeth}
piper.the way her voice softened when she talked about something she loved made me wish she was talking about me. the way her lips curved up when she smiled made piper wish they were on mine. and her arms, tan and strong felt like they were made to hold me.annabeth was the song on my lips and rhythm in my hips.♡annabeth.maybe it was the way she laughed. maybe the way her voice softened when she sang. maybe it was the way her eyes met mine. the way her fingers tapped impatiently on table tops made me wish they were dancing on my skin.she is the drug in my veins and the air that i breathe: always leaving me breathless.[#1 in pipabeth 5/11/20]…
A Portrait Of Calamity
"I crave a great disaster. A calamity of sorts. Is that bad?"Emi hasn't been satisfied since being a little girl. Something about it made sense and nothing has ever since. She moves back into her childhood home in the country, where she is alone with the ghosts of her childhood and a mysterious painter who lives down the road. Standing on a hill, watching the forest fire that is everything she believes she is. It catches every relationship she has. She has to make the choice of who gets swallowed.[Cover art: Les deux Blanches (ca. 1898) by Ernest Biéler]…
Finding Stars |Jercy|
Percy Jackson falls. He falls into the river Lethe. His world tipped over, the sun mourned and the stars fell from Percy's eyes. Gone and gone, washed down the river and no where found.Jason's world became Percy Jackson. Percy's stars were Jason's suns and Percy's eyes were his moon and Percy's arms were his earth. Nobody can live without the stars and the sun. The stars swept away by raging water were destined to be found. The were destined to find them together.…