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No Name - August
My interpretation of August
Betty - cardigan
My interpretation of Betty
James - Betty
My interpretation of James
Selkies
I love Selkies. The idea of being a seal makes me feel so free and safe, however then I remember most of their stories are of them being robbed of freedom, on the positive side they always get back home. You can’t keep nature contained or trapped for long.
me when It’s my annually allotted time to turn into a wolf
~`𝕸𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖊~
Being a celtic fairy, Melusine (or Melusina) was usually depicted as a beautiful woman with a snake tail. The myth tells that she was one of the three daughters of a fairy called Pressyne and a mortal man.
The parents lived in peace until the man found another love. The three daughters decided to avenge by killing their father. But only then they discovered that Pressyne truly loved their father.
"Miserable girls- said Pressyne- You thought you had the right to kill your father. Now I lost everything I had, my love, and so will you. Now you will understand what means to lack something you desire. "
And so she cursed them the way only mother can. Melusine was made to watch over a spring and wait for a man to find her and love wholeheartedly. She was forced to watch people quenching their thirst while unable to quench her own.
Time flew. One day a man found her and fell in love. She gave him everything: love, wealth, power, kingdom, lovely kids. They were happy. And in turn she asked him only for one thing: one day, Saturday, was her day, he couldn't see her on Saturday. The mystery was: she transformed into a serpent on that day... The man took the oath.
At first the man seemed to keep the promise. But mystery is more powerful than love, even the greatest.
He hid and watched what she was doing in her ward on that day. The mystery was ruined, the love too. She noticed him and flew away in rage and fear.
"Poor daughter- said Pressyne- Now you understand what a thirst is. "
August
paring: percy jackson x gn!reader
word count: 914
TW: none really just angst, annabeth kinda steals our man
A/N: based on august by taylor swift! also pls be kind this is my first fic<3 (i’m all open to constructive criticism just pls be kind!)
now playing: august - taylor swift
Your back beneath the sun
Wishin' I could write my name on it
The salt air stings my nose. I see him in the lake, shirt off, splashing in the water. He waves at me to join him, and I just shake my head and smile. Looking down at my feet, I suddenly feel water drip onto my bare thighs. I look up, and I see him. Percy. He holds a hand out to me. I take it as he helps me off the sandy ground. “Swim with me,” he says, a smile on his face as he interlocks his fingers with mine. I sigh and agree as he drags me to the water.
We splash and play in the lake for what feels like hours. The sun starts to set, and I look out to the horizon to admire the beauty of the sunset, pinks, and purples painting the sky. “It's beautiful,” I quietly say. “It is,” he responds. But I know he's not looking at the sunset; I can feel his eyes on me. I turn my head to him, and he leans down, connecting our lips. I can't help but think I want this to last forever.
Will you call when you're back at school?
I remember thinkin' I had you.
But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time
As August comes to an end, I have to say goodbye. Not just to camp and to my friends at summer home but to him. At the top of the hill, I feel a hand slip into mine. I don't have to look to see who it is. I've felt this hand in mine all summer long. “Ill see you next summer, right?” I hear him say. “of course,” I say, turning to look at him and grabbing his empty hand with mine. I look up at him with sad eyes. “Will you call?” I say hope, filling every word I say. “Every day,” he replies with a smile. I feel a smile creeping onto my face at his words. He takes one of his hands and places it on my cheek, pulling my lips to his.
Cause it was never mine.
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine
...
Back when we were still changin' for the better Wanting was enough
For me, it was enough
To live for the hope of it all
Life without being at camp is hard, but life without Perry is even harder. I hear my phone ring. He called just like he said he would. I answer. “Hey, Perry,” I say, and he responds the same way. We talked for hours, and I think it might not be so bad this year.
Cancel plans just in case you'd call And say, "Meet me behind the mall."
I get a call from Percy. It's the first time he's called all week, but I try not to worry. We talk about school and how we can't wait for summer again; he seems off. “Is everything ok?” I asked as concern laced my words. “yeah, I'm fine; hang on, Annabeth is calling me. I'll call you back,” Annabeth said. “ok,” I responded, slightly disappointed. He tells me goodbye and hangs up the phone, not giving me a chance to respond.
So much for summer love and saying "us." 'Cause you weren't mine to lose
You weren't mine to lose, no
I sit on my bed and think about her. I've always been jealous of her perfect skin, hair, and smarts. Are Percy and I dating? No. But that doesn't mean I like him hanging up on me for pretty girls.
...
He stopped calling and much. I get a call once a week. It makes me sad, but maybe he’s busy. I try to push away the thoughts of having something to do with her.
But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time 'Cause it was never mine
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine
He's stopped calling, but camp is right around the corner. I hope he talks to me there. I'm nervous to see him again, to see those eyes that make me swoon and those curls I can remember running my hands through. I relive those memories constantly, just waiting for next summer when we can make more like those.
Cause you were never mine.
'Cause you were never mine, never mine
He's with her, holding her hand, laughing with her. I see them from the top of the hill, im angry and I'm sad, but I'm betrayed. He even looks at me, and he smiles. He smiles at me. I feel someone next to me, and I look over at who it is. Grover, he's looking down at them. “They cute, right?” I respond with a week, yes. “They've been dating since camp ended last year.” I feel my heart sink into my chest. “Oh,” I meekly say. All I can do is remember and get lost in the memories.
But do you remember?
Remember when I pulled up and said, "Get in the car."
And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?
Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all
Just like a folk song, our love will be passed on
@taylorswift surprised us all with Folklore this week. We suddenly have the urge to put on cardigans in this 100 degree weather. Have you seen this Avatar/Taylor Swift crossover? We also celebrated ten years of One Direction. Thank you, Tumblr users of 2010 for this fandom. This is Tumblr’s Week in Review.
Taylor Swift
Avatar: The Last Airbender
Folklore
The Old Guard
Zuko | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Critical Role
Artists on Tumblr
One Direction
Sokka | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Boku no Hero Academia
Katara | Avatar: The Last Airbender
Black Lives Matter
Zukka | Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender
Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Haikyuu!!
BTS
Harry Styles
Catradora | Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Cottagecore
Aang | Avatar: The Last Airbender
can we talk about the fact that all Taylor Swift songs that have the name of women just slap differently?? When Emma falls in love??? Betty??? Marjorie??? Carolina??? And now cassandra???
waiting for october, i opened my window today. a warm breeze touched my face. i'm waiting for october to love you more. you're gonna be surprised by the amount of change i'll go through everytime it gets colder and days become shorter. beginning to love you in july gives off a summer-love vibe: passionate yet short and unfaithful, an illicit-affair kind of love. in october, i'm gonna hold you tighter, bake you ginger cookies and get lost in your oversized sweater. in november, i'm gonna watch gilmore girls with you and walk with my hand in your pocket. in december, i'm gonna make you coffee-milk, wear the mittens that you bought me, put up christmas lights, dance around the kitchen with 'cowboy like me' and read you my favorite poems by j. keats and shakespeare.
i'm gonna love you more in october.
bury me deep in the forest where i will never be found again.
A certain fisherman [...] went to the same place again to fish, and he put a row of hooks on his heels in case he met the Púca again; he attached them like a horseman's spurs. When evening drew near, he made a halter of the fishing-line for the Púca. The Púca met him the second time. He himself caught the Púca, put the fishing-line over his head like a halter, and started to ride him. He drove him wherever he wanted to go, and he kept putting his heels with the hooks like spurs to the Púca's sides, so that the Púca was shedding blood from the pricks of the hooks.
Excerpt from "The Púca: A Multi-Functional Irish Supernatural Entity" by Deasún Breatnach
pssssst hey. hey. free and expansive database of folk and fairy tales. you can thank me later
cardigan x the name chapter
0x1=lovesong x seven
parallels
Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in.
-hoax, Taylor swift