Shitting My Pants

shitting my pants

You know how each Percy Jackson book kinda follows the path a hero in mythology. Well I would very much enjoy if the Nico books followed like Achilles and Patroclus (Nico and Will). But with out them dying, which honestly, they can die if and only if they BOTH die and they meet up in the afterlife.

please it would be so funny if in the show it constantly cuts back and forth between whatever dangerous adventure percy and co are up to and camp.

imagine percy is falling from the gateway arch and it just cuts to pollux and katie discussing the recent crop of strawberries with the stolls accidentally destroying something in the background.

UPDATE: the person didn’t really make an algorithm, however that doesn’t affect goots being funny at all.

headcanon nico can play violin (just to add background effects to will's moments)

like will would say something uncalled for and nico would "violin noises"

Will: hi my name is Willi-

Nico: intense beethoven pieces

Will, trips on a rock: naughty lil buckaroo—

Nico, breathes: starts playling hungarian dance no.5 - brahms

Will, an intellectual: lambs lamps, now you wouldn't know if i said two lambs or two lamps or separate lambs lamps

Nico, nervously glances at Will: vibing with zigeunerweisen - sarasate

gods we gonna have that 'FUCKING CALL IT' moment and be so happy

I’m just now realizing that this famous line “Then he walked back across the green, where Will Solace was waiting. “ from Blood of Olympus could also be used as dialogue for future Solangelo wedding.

let's be real, we all wanted to talk about Nico's old people habits but didn't. so imma take the bullet.

Nico di Angelo headcanons that i often think about whenever i watch my grandma yells at my dad

if he had a camera, he would take a whole picture book about anything or anyone except himself

he would leave voice mails and check for letters, in a goddamn summer camp

he would carry candies around for people, mostly for young campers or Will

the good thing about that is he has different kinds and the bad thing about that is they are all from the '90s

like Will would ask him for minty candies and Nico would look at him, annoyed but concerned, saying who tf eat minty candies these days, such psychopaths, and give him some Mambas or Runts, receiving a more horrified and concerned look from Will

he would wear slippers in his cabin

he would find joy in playing bingos and crosswords

he takes naps every time he can

he would reminisce about the past or childhood or literally just, ten minutes ago

"ah...Oreo O's. i used to eat them raw back in the days. you know, whenever Bianca and ma—", "they are just...emo Froot Loops that prefer to be in a closet or something, ironic"

he would look at Will's iphone for the first time and slowly, oddly ask if that's a calculator and can he borrow it for a minute

the same thing happened to Will's laptop or any kind of technology except for TVs

he would call it television tho

"i slept like a baby last night"

"you go ahead, im just going to sit for a minute"

he would cook and make Will eat a whole festival

he would have a fountain pen and an ink jar

he would write in cursive and it's so beautiful, everyone asked Nico to write their names or some cringe ass quotes or puns (which he politely declined) in which he traded for changes and coins

he would write love letters in Italian and give them to Will, but no translations

he would keep a wall calendar for decoration

he would cut out some interesting newspaper stories and keep them in his notebook

fricking votes

he would scold Will for not folding his blanket when he himself sleep with lots of pillows and use them for blankets

pajamas

"do you know? in trends these da—", "trends? wh—what is that? are you swearing?"

unexpectedly, he would love football lives

he would scare people by simply telling them his daily life stories

"omg this kid is so old, he just like my grandpa i cant kill him"

Will accidentally made an old people joke to Nico and instantly regretted it

"g—grandma is that you...?"

he would knit a very nice and warm scarf for Will ("there, it looks great on you! what? it's not? hmp, it's beautiful, Will, what do you mean? you look so soft and cute. you could even wear them to sleep. in exchange for your unfolded blankets")

"WHAT?"

"dear me, Will, you look like a pickle", "im sorry a what?"