Demigods, Magicians, Realitants

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 ...

"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." ...

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...

For me, falling in love is not the time you see someone or something and thinks,  I love...   But rather, it was the time when you already know somebody, and they might or might not be dear to you, but they are  there  and then that  something  triggered the Fall and you just realize that, Yes .  YES, this what I am willing to bind my whole life to.  And I know I wouldn’t regret it even if nothing will come from my feelings.  Because I realize that that is inevitable.  Because it was Beauty . And for that beauty, I am willing to  fight , to  accept , to  try , to  believe . Because it is Beauty and it’s worth it. But would I find the one I can share this thought with?

A small sneak-peek of my fic centered on Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle's KuroganeXFai. I might or might not post the real fic in this blog, but I warn you, if I do, it will be a very long  fic with the speed updates of a snail. Hope you enjoy, darlings. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> I had a twin, you know, in the womb. Our healer saw him. We should’ve been identical. But my kind mother is never one with much strength.  The womb couldn’t feed the two of us and keep us alive. One of us should give up his ransom or we both will die. I kept feed on my ransom and let my twin died. Don’t you see, Kurogane?  I’m a monster, even before I was born. I often wondered, if he still alive, what would he be like? Probably a picture of another me. Would we be close? Would we be similar? Would we be inseparable?  Would we hate each other’s guts? Would he have my name? Would he have my magic? Would h...