Happy birthday to me :D

Yaba-daba-doo : Finally 17! I am the dancing queen - young and sweet, only seventeen…Meh, I can’t even dance :D


In the last two weeks I knew Percy and all his friends. And…  you thought that a new couple did not hit me?? :D 

So…a doodle from Sea of Monsters. I know, I know. Percy and Annabeth are thirteen years old…But I thought it was not so bad to make them a little bit older :D It’s really a fast sketch and fast colours :D

Hope the Percabeth’s fandom can like it ^^

"The more you can distract yourself, the better," he says. "First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then, take mine."I spend the rest of the night on my mattress obsessively making knots […] By morning, my fingers are sore, but I’m still holding on.


UUUUGGGGGHHHHH!! Omg I’m really sorry I’m exactly a week late! I was so uninspired this week. I actually did something completely different but hated it so much, so this happened. I don’t feel that great about this either :( thank god my Chris x Clarisse is working out so far… I’ll try get that up tonight as well


I was just doodling and it somehow turned into Percy.


I finished this ten hours ago but I couldn’t decide whether to post or not but NO I’M GONNA POST


Percy can just run out of fifth period science class and out of the school and no one even stops him

they’re just like “There goes Percy Jackson again, what’s he doing this time? Beating up chickens with a pen? Typical.”



'been lazing around all day. Had to draw something.


Weirwoods are considered sacred to the followers of the old gods. The children of the forest are said to have carved faces in the weirwoods during the Dawn Age, before the coming of the First Men across the narrow sea. It is said that through the faces the old gods watch over the followers and bear witness to important events. The greenseers of the children of the forest can see through the eyes of weirwoods. Since trees have no sense of time, the greenseer can see into the past or present when looking through the eyes of a tree.


Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere.

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Squirrel being fed by a marionette of an old lady being controlled by an old lady. My life is complete   

Life goals

There are many, many types of books in the world, which makes good sense, because there are many, many types of people, and everybody wants to read something different.

Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via thebooker)
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Rest, little demigod.

I love ‘em, but these books are exhausting to read, and this poor kid never catches a break, so I find comfort in drawing him having some well deserved peace. (Deviantart.)

Today I don’t feel like doing anything.