What If We Rewrite The Stars... (Say You Were Meant To Be Mine).

Like: "he's such an idiot... Let's get married"

Prettyloserboy (insp.)

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Ten.

When she was a child and her only companion were the stars, Esther dreamed of what her life would be like. • A little of peace... 'till there isn't anymore.

read here in ao3.

This. This is it. The treasure. The beggining. Lets go people! If Loockwood and Co. beated Marissa Fittes, we can beat Netflix!

WE HAVE A MESSAGE

Spread the message!

Taken from the l&co discord

People.

Look at this.

The meanings of names and surnames.

For example:

George: Farmer; earthworker.

Casper: Treasurer.

Karim: Dignified.

So, technically, George Casper Karim means "the farmer of the dignified treasure".

Not so bad, it makes some sense.

Now, Lockwood.

Anthony: priceless one.

John: God is gracious.

Lockwood: forest near the fortified place.

So Anthony John Lockwood is called "The priceless one of the grace of God from the forest near the fortified place".

Now, Lucy.

Lucy: light.

Joan: God is gracious.

Carlyle: Fortress, stronghold, castle.

So, Lucy Joan Carlyle means "The light of the grace of God from the fortress".

What the....

Carlyle... Fortress... Lockwood... Forest near to the-

*gasp in argentinian*

OH

MY

PRICELESS

GOD.

People, let me ask you all a question:

What do you think when you have an existential crisis or a mental breakdown?

I think that I am in need of a boyfriend or a romantic partner.

Then I recover and think that what I truly need are two things: to play the argentinian hymth in the Big Ben as a public manifestation of defiance, and to try to be a better christian.

Am I the only one that has those ideas?

2023 is a year i will never forget.

I got into the psychology college of the Cordoba National University.

I turned 18.

I travelled more than anytime before.

I dared to do a lot of things that I never thought I would.

Tomorrow I'll travel for the first time on plane, and will meet the snow for the first time.

And the memorable one; PERCY JACKSON LIVE ACTIOOOOON.

GOD I LOVE YOUUUUU.

Who felt like a kid again while watching the newest trailer of How to Train Your Dragon Live Action?

I certainly did.

Felt like how I was when I first watched the movie; lonely, bullied, and strangely tired. But full of dreams, of wonder, surrounded by my dogs sitting on the backyard, looking at the sky and wondering how it would be to fly.

Teared up a little too while hearing the even more heart-pulling version of Test Drive.

So, you're seriously telling me that The Empty Grave ends with Lucy putting the UNDYING DEVOTION NECKLACE ON and running down the fucking stairs and then... Nothing? An ending more open-ended than bridge entrance?

Jonathan, that's cruel. Like, more cruel than Marissa.

Im not surprised tho. I just spoiled myself. Again.

People of the World:

The very first book crush I e'er had was Percy Jackson.

The very first fic I e'er wrote was about Percy Jackson. Its on wattpad, in Spanish, called the Daughter of Truth.

The very first time I did a playlist was for that fic.

So, my apologies, in advantage, for the creature I shall become on December 20th.

You can join me in the unhinged spiral or die in the way. Pick your favorite.

Thanks for your time.

Oh, my soul, why do you rebel? Please find wisdom. My desire is that the truth be revealed to you and the understanding come to you, which only the God who loved you can grant you.

What reward do you think awaits you far from the Lord? Surrender to Him, to the almighty being who bled for you, who chose you above power, who abdicated glory to save you.

What do you gain by disowning Him? Do not be foolish, nor arrogant, nor proud. Please, my soul, be wise. Be wise. Be meek, for only the God who loved you knows what is best for you, and only He can grant it.

Why do you resist your Creator? Surrender, O my soul, and unite yourself to the Spirit, who reminds you that the Lord of lords, the King of kings, who owes you nothing, loves you, and by that love you are saved.

Surrender, O my soul, to Jehovah, to Yahweh, to the God of the impossible, who preferred to die rather than renounce you.

—The solivagant. (another alias)