Doylldonmagar - TheMysteriousMsX

I was thinking about value judgements and remembered someone took issue with me over this post so here I am again to say, "mediocre" doesn't have to refer to value. I'm a mediocre artist. I don't have much natural skill, I don't have much practice, my work really could be accomplished by a 12. But I have value. My work has value to some people. Being mediocre is not about the value. And that's what I love so much, how artists without so so much skill can share their work and other people in any given fandom will show up and support them, how people don't need to be the best in their medium to be appreciated.

Here's another favorite fandom thing: when a mediocre artist posts art related to a fandom and the fans like and reblog and say encouraging things. I love that so much.

imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.

and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.

and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.

frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.

The way Percy and Grover exchange deli meat and cheese in the first episode just

Something I really recommend to anyone who struggles to hold on to happiness or remember happy moments, if you know what I mean, take pictures whenever you're happy or see things that make you happy. And then create an Instagram or VSCO or some photo sharing account, make it private, it's just for you, and then start posting your happy moments. It's so easy to save everything in a place where you can recall it quickly and I've found that it really helps when things get bad

imagine the beginning of season three (ttc) when annabeth falls off the cliff with the manticore. and percy blames himself for not reaching her in time. and then that scene mirroring the end of season four of hoo (moa) when annabeth is being dragged toward the pit. because damn it if she falls, i'm going with her this time.