Needed To Draw Something For The Soul

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

can’t stop thinking about how much leo’s death was foreshadowed (maybe by accident) in tlh. like festus is an extension of leo because of their (perceived) similarities ie leo doesn’t think he can connect with other people, would be feared or cast away because of his power. and then festus dies on him, temporarily sacrificing himself to save the lost trio. this sacrifice on festus’ part isn’t pointless, since it saves them from midas’ traps, but it doesn’t solve the entirety of leo’s problem. this motif of a failed/temporary sacrifice is repeated at the end of boo, when leo temporarily dies to save jason from the prophecy but all it does is push jason’s fate to a later time. and i think thats the core of their tragedy, and the tragedy of all demigods in pjo: trying your best to save the people you love and the futility of that hope in the face of fate

at jason’s resounding silence, leo slumps forward, his head in his hands.

jason’s voice is small: “are you mad at me?”

and leo’s, even smaller: “i’m scared.”

“of me?” jason asks, pleadingly. leo shakes his head, face still hidden behind hands. “for you.”

they’re making fun of leo

do you believe in love at first sight? 

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some sleep headcanons

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