Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

I couldn't even remember the first time I write my thoughts... My father has always been fond of writing, and both he and my mother always encourage me to write in a diary ever since I'm little. I remember that I used to write about the simplest thing, the huge rat I saw at a dumpster near my school, the binder book my friend's mother gifted to me out of the blue, the drama of elementary school girls. My entry would be filled by only a few lines about what happens to me that day. Sometimes it doesn't even contain anything particular, I just wrote that nothing special happened to me that day. Although, my inconsistency apparently has shown its seeds even then, since I couldn't write consistently for more than several days. Consistency has always been an enemy of mine in the case of creative process. Writing, painting.... I still can't comprehend how artists can draw their character repeatedly without needing to be in (what I call) Copying Mode (basically it

The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea My impression after reading this book is...  beautiful . It is quirky, thoughtful, sweet, and beautiful .  It will make you smile, and cry, and cry some more, and eager for more, more, more . What happens after this? What about him? Are they going to be alright?  And rest assured, I read that this book is a part of a series, so, any curiosity and demand for more will, probably, be sated. So, this will be my Review/Summary of this book. And I warn you, IT CONTAINS SPOILERS . LOTS . OF. SPOILERS . Don't say I didn't warn you. Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire? The protagonist in this book, Ari, is a 15-year-old Mexican-American contemplative loner who l

"When you like someone, would you try to get close to them, or would you rather watch from afar?" "Why would anyone just watch the person they like without doing anything?" "I don't know. Maybe they're scared, maybe they're inexperienced. Maybe they don't know what to do and just looking at the person they like is enough." "That's idiotic, what if the person you like is liked by someone else, someone bolder and who doesn't just watch from a distance." "Distance is a safety measure. They may be cautious." "I'll use another C to call it, Cowardice ." "Hm. I've done both, though. When it's someone I already know and knows me, when liking them is slowly realizing that they are more than just who I thought they were, I'll try to get closer. Because I know them, I understand the dynamics. I know what not to do to keep them by my side." &qu

I like my face.  I'm not saying it to sound vain,  but I do like it. My face is not overly pretty.  Nor is it badly shaped. It is a perfectly normal human face. But I like my face.  There are times  When my tears run down my cheeks When my eyes are red-rimmed and glassy When my nose is puffy and snotty All drawn clearly on my face But I like my face Because the marks won't stay long My cheeks will soon be dried  My skin will soon be back to its color I like it I like my face Because my face won't tell  about what happened  behind the closed door of my room My face won't tell  about what happened  to the soaked pillow on my bed My face won't tell And I will smile

Okay, so you probably have listened to the song 'Good Kid' from The Lightning Thief Musical which will begin on March 23 at the Lucille Lortel Theatre, because if you haven't then you better go watch it here , folks. I really like the lyrics, since it's simple but seriously, seriously, sERIOUSLY. Touching. I literally cried when I first hear it, because hOW CAN YOU NOT. Although there are a few parts that struck me as not quite right... But anyway, if you're not native to English like me, and you're hoping to find the lyrics, I got your back, fam. I wrote down the words as well as I could, but if you think there're some errors, just let me know! Six schools in six years Been kicked out of every place Everything I ever do is wrong Never find where I belong Everybody on my case The same old story The same old song Don’t act up, don’t act out Be strong I keep my head down I keep my chin up But it ends up all the same With pack your bags

It feels like every time I post something, I start it out with 'it's been ages since I last posted something' and the likes. So, this time, I'm just going to roll with it. Yeah. This is a shortfic with no plot at all and basically just fluff stuff between Connor and Vala, lol. Inspired when writing a bIRTHDAY ARABELLA FIC FOR GERARDIEN BUT IT'S NEW YEAR ALREADY AND I'M STILL NOT FINISHED. I'm so sorry I'm sucked at deadlines T-T. Finished this fic while listening to several Yuri on Ice tracks ((NO ONE DEFEATS KING JJ omg i love him)) and THE SONG OF THE LIGHTNING THIEF MUSICAL, GOOD KID SUNG BY CHRIS MCCARRELL LINK IS HERE WORRY NOT GO WATCH IT!! Anyway, let's get on with the fic! Hope you like it! Word count: 1617 Pairing(s): Connor Stoll x OFC, Will Solace x Nico di Angelo (pre, mentioned) Set around The Last Olympian, post the Battle of Manhattan “Hug.” “Huh?” Vala blinked repeatedly, her eyes watered. Her lip