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Ang Takipsilim ay hindi isang pag-aagaw ng liwanag at dilim.  Walang nagaganap na laban. Isa itong yugto ng pagsuko.  Isang marahang pagbitiw ng liwanag mula sa daigdig.

Animation commission 2/2 for @nairafeather with the Merry Thieves!

There’s a gif version under the cut if tumblr’s video player is being a jerk

ive been saving this for you //

THIS, my friends, is called overindulgence! Part one of two images from the pinnacle scene for me for Andrew in the All For The Game trilogy. This one is called ‘Don’t Touch’. A second rendering named ‘My Things’ will follow shortly. The pair will be available as prints in my shop with portions of sales donated perpetually to The Trevor Project. Spoilers for the series below!!

Commission for @foxsten

the foxhole court gals

the foxes (boys)

the ravens

currently recovering from the foxhole court series. probably gonna draw the girls later.

the foxes (girls)

the ravens

We know he feels physical attraction to other men; Roland, people in juvie (per Nora’s EC), etc.  But it’s always a transaction, it’s always about his rules and who is willing to follow.  Which makes sense, given his history, but I suspect until Neil he doesn’t even know what romantic attraction means.

It must sound like a fairy tale to him: a story they tell children, to make them feel like they are always missing out on a secret that everyone else knows, to make them feel compelled to partner up, to pretend they’re in on that secret too.  But Andrew, he’s smarter than that.  He’s seen family after family, the violence and dirty secrets, the monsters that hide in the shadows of each “perfect” little home with its picket fence and walk-in closets.  Romance and love, delusions fed to the populace like drugs in the water.

At first, acknowledging his attraction to Neil is easy.  He’s pretty, and smarter than he should be, sharp-tongued and clever.  Something pleasant to think about while getting himself off.  But piece by piece, Neil is putting together the puzzle that is Andrew, faster than Andrew can do the same for Neil.  Neil sees him, in a way Andrew has never been seen.  It’s unsettling, and intriguing, and the fascination grows.

Then Drake happens, and Easthaven, and for the first time in years Andrew’s brain is not being yanked around by the wrong medication.  For that must have been it, right?  The drugs, messing with his senses, making him see…something, something that wasn’t there, that couldn’t possibly exist.  A fairy tale.  A pipe dream.

He gets out, and Neil is beat to hell and auburn-haired and blue-eyed and tattooed, and he’s looking at Andrew like that.  Unafraid.  When Andrew asks why he went to Evermore, and it was for him–some misguided attempt to save the unsavable–it is fury that dominates Andrew’s untampered emotions.  For how dare he?  How dare he be so real, so easily able to make Andrew feel?

“Do it.  I’ll take you with me.”  He does, too.  Andrew may have unwittingly pushed Neil into falling, but he was dragged after, every foundation of cynical reality he had built for himself crumbling.  He’s caught on the other side of the looking glass, in a world that looks like his own but distorted.  In a world where it was possible to feel this for another person, to have that returned.  To put someone’s hand on his chest, and have it stay there–just there.  To dip his toes into the fathomless water that is trust, and not have them bitten off by the monsters that reside within.

Andrew had never believed in fairy tales.  Never, until he found himself in one.

LONDON, 1901

One of Christopher Lightwood’s earliest memories was of his mother, Cecily Lightwood, being rushed to the infirmary after a fight with a pack of Raum demons. Christopher and his older sister Anna were at the London Institute at the time, being looked after by their aunt Tessa and uncle Will while their parents were out on patrol. Tessa whisked Christopher away quickly, but not before he saw the worried look on Will’s face as he went to summon the Silent Brothers.

Later, Christopher sat by his mother’s bedside as she recovered from the Raum poison. She drifted in and out of consciousness, waking and smiling when she saw him and then falling back into sleep. Uncle Will waved his arms about a great deal, despairing that his sister was entirely too brave for her own good. Christopher’s father, Gabriel Lightwood, reminded Will that courage against all odds was what made them Shadowhunters, wasn’t it? This caused Will to splutter. But Christopher could tell that his father had been truly frightened, and was deeply relieved that Cecily was recovering. Christopher leaned against his father.

“Is hunting demons scary?” He asked.

Gabriel sighed, and drew Christopher closer. “It can be scary, but a world overrun by demons is much scarier.”

That made sense, but Christopher continued his line of questioning. “Fighting them with swords and daggers, that is scary. But what if there are other ways to fight them?”

His father looked puzzled. “Like with ranged weapons? Bows and arrows?”

Christopher couldn’t explain the ideas that were rushing through his head. He didn’t have the language for them yet. Instead he just smiled. “Not exactly,” he said. “But don’t worry. I’ll figure it out.”

When Christopher was eight, his father and his uncle Gideon shut themselves in the study and talked in loud important voices about Christopher’s aunt Tatiana, and Tatiana’s boy Jesse. Christopher understood that Jesse was a cousin who he had never met, and that Jesse was sick.

Only a short while later, they received word that Jesse had died. Christopher’s father tried to visit aunt Tatiana, but she would not see him. When Gabriel came home, Cecily put her arms around him, and he cried. Christopher was shocked, less by his father’s tears than by the fact that they’d had a cousin who they’d never been allowed to meet, and now never could meet. Thoughts kept running around in Christopher’s mind. This is all wrong. If we had met him, we might have been able to help him. To save him. But when he said this out loud to his mother, Cecily only smiled sadly. “You are a brave and daring boy,” she said. “The world needs more minds like yours, Christopher. But you cannot take on the responsibility for saving every life. That is too heavy a load for one person to bear. The Silent Brothers were with Jesse before he died, and they are the wisest among us. Surely they would have saved him if he could have been saved.”

Christopher thought, But the Silent Brothers only hold certain kinds of wisdom. What if there was a different kind that could have saved Jesse? But he held his tongue.

Then, when Christopher was ten, Anna was bitten by a demon, and the wound became infected. The whole family was frenzied with worry for a day and a night over Christopher’s older sister. The fever was the problem that lasted, the problem that loomed in his mind demanding a solution. Far too often in his life, Christopher found himself thinking the same thoughts he had the day Jesse died. This is all wrong. Something must be done about this.

Christopher had many cousins. Matthew wasn’t a cousin, but their parents were friends and they were as good as family: that was always understood. Christopher had called Matthew’s father uncle Henry since he could talk, and had always been impressed by the intriguing chair Henry got about in. Then one day Christopher got into Henry’s laboratory, which he found even more intriguing than the chair. Henry had left out his notes for an experiment, and Christopher promptly tried to perform said experiment.

You never forget your first explosion.

“Oh, well done, most well thought out,” said uncle Henry, but then aunt Charlotte had ‘a word’ with him. It was actually many words. Christopher didn’t see why people were so inaccurate.

After the many words, uncle Henry said that Christopher was too young to be causing explosions, and the laboratory was a dangerous place, and Christopher wasn’t allowed to touch anything in it without permission. Nor was Matthew, but Matthew didn’t want to. Matthew was interested in talking about mystifying things, like how Uncle Henry should ‘eat more’ and put a stop to a brilliant experiment for a foolish reason like ‘everything is on fire.’

Christopher was impelled by true scientific curiosity. He thought over the problem, and gave himself permission to touch whatever he wanted in the laboratory. Sometimes Uncle Henry locked things up away from Christopher, so Christopher was forced to break into cabinets.

It was all quite vexing, but scientific progress was an avalanche that must not be stopped. Christopher read Marie Curie’s papers on radium, the element that could destroy tumors. He read John Snow’s essay on how cholera might spread through a public water pump. He attempted to write his own piece, on Henry Fairchild’s invention of the Portal. These were the people who were looking at the world inventively, seeking the root cause of the problems that plagued humanity.

“Who do you think is the Shadowhunter who has saved the most lives, boy?” the Inquisitor asked him, when the Inquisitor was visiting the Consul at her London home, and Christopher emerged from the laboratory to have a snack. “I suppose you think it’s your papa.”

“No,” said Christopher after a moment’s thought. “I would say my Uncle Henry.”

The Inquisitor appeared thunderstruck.

“I performed an analysis,” Christopher said peacefully. “If Uncle Henry had not invented the Portal, there is a strong possibility that our numbers would be less by a third. I believe you yourself would have died nine years ago, during the Dantalion attack on the York Institute. Since Portals will exist long after uncle Henry is dead, I expect he will end up having saved more lives than any other Shadowhunter, including Jonathan Shadowhunter. Unless I can invent something which will be as useful. Which naturally I aspire to do.”

Christopher returned to the laboratory thinking about demons. How they walked between worlds, how stabbing them was a temporary solution at best, since they could always re-form in their own home worlds and return to wreak more havoc. How no one else seemed to be looking towards the root of these problems. Well, almost no one.

“Does it ever bother you?” Christopher asked Henry tentatively, a few hours later. “The way our people are? What they value, and what they… don’t?”

Henry laughed. “Does it matter if it bothers me? It doesn’t change the fact there is work to be done.”

It was a sensible and practical answer, but for once Christopher found himself wanting more. Henry understood him, the way Henry always seemed to.

“I know what I value,” Henry said firmly. “I do not think we are as separated from the ways of the Nephilim as you think. We are all warriors, charged by the Angel to keep the world safe in our different ways. We won’t win if any one of us fights alone. What do you want the most?”

“There is so much wrong with the world,” said Christopher. “I want it to make sense. I want to put it right. I want to find the solutions that are overlooked by others.” He gazed upon the diatom arrangements, the shining brass of their microscopes, the weapons they were trying to modify and the devices they were attempting to invent. Matthew talked about truth and beauty a great deal. This was where Christopher had always found his.

“This was what I felt most called to do,” said Henry. “I always thought it was right to use my mind, the best weapon I have, for the cause I believe in. It is a joy to see you reach for the weapon I reached for.”

“So I should join you in all your experiments, then,” Christopher said triumphantly.

“Yes,” Henry said. Then he hesitated, and for a moment Christopher thought he might deliver a lecture about being careful and preventing explosions. But Henry didn’t. Instead he just said, “Yes, we should.”

From then on, Christopher regarded science as not only that which he loved but as his Shadowhunter duty. Perhaps nobody else would ever think it, but he knew he was dedicated as an Iron Sister, a Silent Brother, a warrior stepping forward to face a field of demons.

When he was tired, or people were unreasonable, or his little brother wailed outside his door, Christopher remembered the smile on the face of the Shadowhunter he respected most, and Henry saying “Come, Christopher. Take up your best weapon, and fight your best fight.”

including:

But in SON, the sisters of Medusa immediately call him “Percy” and maybe you could even assume from the text that Lupa did as well considering this is what Percy refers to himself as, despite having no memory.

And I think it would have been more impactful if Percy had woken, no memory, and Lupa called him Perseus Jackson, and from there on out thats how he referred to himself. In a literary sense, it would have created a distinction between our Percy Jackson, the boy we know from the original series, who hated his full name and went by his nickname, and Perseus, the boy with no memory, and doesn’t know to correct anyone because he doesn’t remember. 

Percy’s neutral expression is a natural brooding look that he gets from Poseidon

That when he does smile it’s crooked and makes him look like a trouble maker

When he talks it’s usually very sarcastic and/or impertinent 

His inner monologue is actually very negative and while we, as the readers, take it as a joke he’s usually pretty pessimistic for a good portion of the time

That when he’s fighting his expression is fierce and is hard to tell whether he is the good guy or not

That Leo Valdez equated Percy’s angry expression to the feeling he gets when Jason is about to shoot lightning. Let me repeat - just the look on Percy’s face when he’s angry was considered on par to Jason controlling flipping lightning

That he’s very very vindictive and loyal only to those he considers his friends and once you lose his trust it is nearly impossible to earn back 

That while he had the curse of achilles, he laughed crazily while he was single handedly destroying hordes of monsters

He made an entire volcano erupt, awakened a giant, and almost wiped out the northwest of the united states

He tortured a godess just so she would feel his misery

That he’s actually very manipulative and it made Annabeth step back for a moment and reevaluate her perception of him

That while his dark side came to it’s peak in house of hades and wasn’t mentioned in blood of olympus, there was no confirmation that it suddenly and completely disappeared after they left Tartarus.

Has been the child of the prophecy twice.

He manipulated Bob to kill his own brother by simply convincing him that they were friends and that is what friends did for each other

He was physically abused by his step father

That with absolutely no training at all he killed the minotaur with it’s own horn at the mere age of twelve

He wins a good majority of his fights by simply outsmarting his opponent 

He has scared not only Annabeth but his friends and peers on more than one occasion with his attitude and powers

That he’s considered extremely powerful for a demigod and for a child of the big three and makes the gods slightly nervous

That when he’s upset his powers act to mimic his emotions without him even trying

Has been offered immortality

That he is actually really sorta intimidating without trying 

Percy has been to anger management classes. 

The name Perseus literally translates to “To Destroy.” Do with that what you will. 

Percy and his mother systematically murdered his abusive step father. And not only did Percy not feel a bit of repulse at the idea of killing someone, he offered to kill Gabe by himself if his mother couldn’t do it, then felt regret that he wasn’t the one who strike the final blow. His exact inner thought was - “How could I turn down the perfect chance to take revenge on him?”

After Percy killed Arachne in Tartarus, his exact words to Annabeth was “She died too easy, considering how much torture he put you through. She deserved worse.” And it unsettled Annabeth so much that she was almost glad Arachne died quickly.

Like dam, if you haven’t figured it out already, Percy kinda has a thing for revenge.

Percy’s powers grow extraordinarily fast, show no signs of stopping any time soon, and are no longer bound to only salt water or pure water liquids but now encompass all water-based liquids.

Percy blood bended in Tartarus.

“He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to choke this goddess. He wanted to watch her drown in her own poison. He wanted to see just how much misery Misery could take.” - Perseus Jackson while torturing Akhlys.

Luke and Kronos when talking about Percy not only referred to him as a weapon, but an unreliable one at that.

Frank literally compared Percy’s fighting style to a demon.

Percy pretty much took out half of the Roman Legion single-handedly during the War Games and basically just caused mass chaos and panic.

When Frank, Hazel, and Percy were traveling in SoN, street gangs didn’t bother them because one look from Percy sent them running in the other direction. One look.

Percy and his mother systematically murdered his abusive step father. And not only did Percy not feel a bit of repulse at the idea of killing someone, he offered to kill Gabe by himself if his mother couldn’t do it, then felt regret that he wasn’t the one who strike the final blow. His exact inner thought was - “How could I turn down the perfect chance to take revenge on him?”

literally the first time i realized that percy could and would bring down the heavens if the gods hurt his mother

also systematically murder is not quite descriptive of what he did. he turned gabe into a statue. That he then sold. HE SOLD HIS STEP FATHERS CORPS. 

That he’s considered extremely powerful for a demigod and for a child of the big three and makes the gods slightly nervous

slightly nervous. guys percy was 12 when he sent the gods medusa's head and gone face to face with Ares they offered him immortality and were relieved when he turned it down

Percy pretty much took out half of the Roman Legion single-handedly during the War Games and basically just caused mass chaos and panic.

he decimated them in a way they had never before seen. he destroyed everything within sight and took out most of their army by himself and then was given one of the highest ranks within weeks of showing up.

This is not to say that percy is not goofy. He is. He jokes around and is a total mama’s boy. One of the first things about his home in chapter three of the lightning thief is

“A word about my mother, before you meet her. Her name is Sally Jackson and she’s the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck”

He is a mostly happy person, boy drives a prius in canon, hes not this “bad boy punk” that people like to reduce him to, he also isnt a “stupid and useless boy”. He stuffs his face full of pizza and makes jokes and in his internal monologue says things like “dragged them away by the scruff of their necks, like kittens”  

That is why we all loved the stories so much. Percy is a three dimensional character who “Never wanted to be a half blood”. Literally all he wants to do is eat his mom’s blue cookies and be around his girlfriend. 

My intention of this post was never to make Percy seem like “bad boy.” In other posts I talk about how I think he looks like a bad boy (as he is described looking like a trouble maker by virtually everyone) but I think things have been lost translation.

As you stated perfectly, Percy is a three dimensional character with many facets and character traits. He can be goofy and he can be rude and he can be serious and he can be happy. But the problem I was finding with the pjo fandom was that everyone was making him out to be this vapid, vain, happy-go-lucky goofball that only said obtuse things. And everyday when I first came to tumblr, I would see post after post after post characterizing him like this and I was genuinely confused because Percy never seemed that way to me - He was sarcastic, pessimistic, extremely resourceful, cunning, and had a gray sense of morality.

So when I made this post, I was trying to show other people “Hey Percy is a lot darker and smarter than a lot of you are making him out to be, and really isn’t an optimistic, obtuse happy-go-lucky idiot” not “Percy is a bad boy and enjoys being mean to people and is constantly unhappy.” And it genuinely surprised me how many people took the later as what I was trying to say (Not a lot of people, but I feel like a lot of this current ‘jerk/mean’ fandomization of Percy may have been fueled by this post)

So to top it off - Yes, Percy has a dark side to him. Yes, it is a very important part to his character. Yes he is manipulative and is deadly smart and is extremely resourceful. 

aRz u HaVe a tUmBlr, g0 pOsT ur Sam Cortland sHiT 😂✨

Also, since most girls avoid physical contact with men they’re not related to, please do not hug them, but rather shoo the offender away if you can, or at least escort the girl to a safe place. You can still offer words of encouragement and support. Furthermore, understand that the victim may not be very welcoming towards you because she’ll obviously be shaken, and won’t know where you are coming from. If that’s the case, please still give her something to cover herself (hijab is very important, think of it as someone ripping your shirt off) and stand some distance away until you are sure she’s in safe hands.