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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)

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.

It really is awkward to be the third wheel to people who like each other and have nothing to say to you

All I can think about is how I would bat have wanted Mozart as my music teacher....

A FLUTE NEEDS TO BREATH

#flute #HELPME #sothisiswhatmylifelookslikenow #nomozart #mozart #wolfgangamadeusmozart #music #band

you brought the flame, here comes the phoenix.

Leo Valdez 🔥

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