The joy of bake off is that you feel like you are there alongside the bakers and you cheer them on.
Which comes with a wave of relief when their flavors work out and their bakes taste amazing
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have you seen jump GIGA cover?
my twitter timeline has been nothing but that cover
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Something that makes reading TOA so devastating is how fucking much Apollo feels about Everything. There’s so MUCH. Like I don’t even know how to describe it to you if you haven’t read the books yourself. He has so many complicated thoughts and emotions about just about everything and he cares about everything so much and there is just SO MUCH going on in his head. And yet none of it ever reaches his mouth!!
He almost never says what he’s feeling. What little comes out of his mouth about his thoughts barely even scratches the surface of what he actually means. Like he’ll be having a long ass monologue about how incredible someone is, showing a deep understanding of them as a person and empathizing with them so hard you’d almost think it’s projection but it’s not he’s legitimately just mind melding with this random person he met like a week ago and he’s thinking the softest, kindest thoughts about them like he knows they’re fucking incredible - and what comes out of his mouth is just like, “you’re a wonderful friend :)” AND ITS LIKE. THERES SO MUCH MORE UNDER THE SURFACE. the sheer admiration and adoration he has for everyone around him……… UGHHH!!! But he never VOICES ANY OF IT!!!!!! He never tells anyone about what Zeus did to him……. He never tells anyone except the reader about his realization that Zeus is abusive…. He never even tells commodus about how much he adored him, not then and not now… he refuses to tell anyone when he’s in pain or tries to justify the things he does when he actually had Decent Reasons for why he did something… I’m. I’M. AUGH. AHHHHH
HE DOESN’T EVEN TELL US ALL OF HIS THOUGHTS IS THE THING. THERES EVEN MORE THAT HE IS NOT TELLING US!!!!! THE FUCKING OCEAN OF FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS HE HAS ABOUT EVERYTHING IS THE CLIFF NOTES VERSION. I AM IN DISTRESS.
And YET…. Even what slips out of his mouth is so fucking devastating it is SO devastating. He’s so fucking kind and gentle with Harley and Meg and and other younger Demis and his kids… he’ll act like an obstinate idiot and then turn around say something that drags the core of the person he’s talking to into the light like nail on the fucking HEAD like he reached into their soul and gave them the words to express something that they were struggling to say aloud or that they didn’t even realize about themself. Around the 2nd book he starts putting voice to some of his feelings and thoughts about others and even that tiny fucking sliver is overwhelming to the people he’s talking to bc he’s SO. AUGHHHH
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I WANNA BE SAAAVED😩✋🏼-
Anyways uh, long haired Crowley with a braid appreciation post-
Done in a lineless artstyle to de-stress myself cause oml lineless painting is a whole other vibe and I love it :>
AAALLTSS.
The amount of time I spent and the utmost care I put into this is unreal-
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Pretty sure Mama Pod (my huge Giant Canyon female) had her babies last night. I saw some veeeery tiny babies this afternoon that I didn’t recall seeing before.
I’m so proud of her, they’re SO LITTLE AAA. I should be used to seeing baby pods by now but every time I get just a little bit teary-eyed. These little creatures are amazing and I’m honored to give them a comfortable home.
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She needed to tell him about Clarisse: that was her reasoning for watching out for him, hands reaching up to fiddle with beads at her neck only to grasp at emptiness. She just had to let him know. That's why she scanned every head for a familiar mop of blonde waves, why her feet had started running before she even thought to walk, throwing her arms around him and pressing her cheek into his shoulder; solid, warm, alive.
Reason fixes upon her, cold and straight as the golden helmet Mother donned in those stoic depictions of stone, averting her gaze from the joyous faces around them. The heart had had its fleeting moment; the mind must take the reins once more. Annabeth mutters to him, feels him tense in her arms before she reassures: don't say anything, I'll explain soon.
And yet as she pulls away, her eyes fall to the beads around his neck: six summers spent waiting with bated breath for glory even Her stony eyes could not cast away. But such blinding, wistful ambitions dull in the face of Percy Jackson, the boy who stared the almighty god of Thunder in the eye and lived.
A smile quirked at the corner of Annabeth's lips. ❛❛ Luck was on your side after all. ❜❜
@impertinentdghter || screams sO LOUDLY
Percy was still reeling after it all, half-wondering if this was a dream, if Kronos would pop his head out from behind the nearest cabin like Gotcha! and throw him back into a far more devastating reality: one where he'd failed to even make it to Olympus at all, and one where a war between gods was wreaking chaos across the modern world. So was he lacking in optimism? Yeah, sure, okay— Give him a break. He figured he'd earned one by now, even if it was probably destined to be short-lived.
But somehow even in the shadow of those thoughts, he was smiling. He looked out over his fellow half-bloods—the only people he'd ever been able to relate to in a place he could call home—and the joy practically coming in waves was strong enough even for him. And by the time Annabeth wound her way through the crowd all for the sake of reaching him, Percy's chest felt so much lighter. She threw her arms around his shoulders, and he knew. Right there, he knew. This was real. She was real.
Oddly enough, one of the first thoughts to cross his mind, fleeting as it was, was along the lines of, I wish we could've had this reunion alone. But he took what he could get.
“Oh, y'know... A little luck, a little skill.” Percy shrugged, trying to play this all cool for her. He didn't take into account how difficult that'd be when he pulled back and met her eyes for the first prolonged moment since he'd left her and Grover on the beach. Whatever tumble his heart performed wasn't exactly how he expected this to go; Percy would blame that for his next words somewhat crackling in his throat. “I guess you'll be wanting this back.” He lightly touched the row of beads. “Not that I think luck is ever something you need.”
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@unluckyblackcatte asked:
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~Send me a ❣ and I'll gauge my character's current attraction to yours~
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Solana gives a fond, crooked smile- her face flushing.. though theres a twinge of sadness beneath it all.
“pretty sure tha’s all pre’tty obvious, aye~? Subtelty ain’t my specialty when it comes t’ feelin’s.”
She laughs softly, shaking her head and sending golden curls bouncing to and fro.
“bu’ like, i know th’ whole things right compicated.. m’ no’ gonna be all dramatic an act like i think Kitty doesn’t like or find me attra’tive at all- cuz he’d ‘ave fucked off by now if tha was the case... tha’ said, i’m no’ stupid enough t’ pretend everything i feel’s the same both ways either.
A shrug, a sigh- her smile still on her face.
“ahah.. is wha’ it is- and i still love th’ bloody idiot anyway~”
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