Recently Got Back Into My Percy Jackson Phase And Was Curious As To What Percys Zodiac Sign Was. At First

Recently got back into my Percy Jackson phase and was curious as to what Percy’s zodiac sign was. At first it showed up he was a Gemini on Google and I almost had a stroke.

But alas, he’s a Leo. (Thank gods)

I also was happy I share the zodiac sign of Sagittarius with Hazel.

Also Nico is an aquarius? I didn’t know any of this.

But happy I am now back into my Percy Jackson phase. I now wanna re-read my childhood.

My phone is messing up every ten minutes continuously and has like a ghost touch bug where it’s clicking and swiping things as if I’m doing it. I have had two meltdowns and tried to update my software as it might fix it but the wifi wasn’t strong enough. 🙃 I wouldn’t normally care however it of course happened at midnight and I’d like to rant to the void because it keeps trying to call people and make Facebook posts like whatttt.

And I can’t read my fanfiction because every now and then it’ll just click on something and go off the site I’m reading.

Have cried at least five times because I’m exhausted and just want to read before I have to go to bed and then wake up to go to work.

Sad that the printers at work don’t print in color

Went to a thrift store today with my best friend of 15 years. We’ll call her M.

Saw a cute sweater that just so happen to be in the medium section.

Now I’m a big girl, usually I wear 3XL or 2XL, but this sweater was plenty big.

I asked M if she’d buy me it because I left my card in my car and we’d driven in hers.

The first thing that pops out of her mouth and so loudly does it travel throughout the small clothing thrift store is, “Will it fit? It’s a medium”

And immediately I could feel my heart drop and my face get red. I could feel myself become this small little mouse and I said, “Yeah….it will”

I was in disbelief and honestly really upset because why make that comment? I have enough problems and to say that so loudly :/

After a while I started to put it back cause the more I stared at it, the more it made my stomach turn.

M tried grabbing it, saying, “No I’ll buy it if you want it!”

But I just said, “No, I just…looked at it and realized I didn’t want it.”

“If I hurt your feelings I didn’t mean to”

And at this point all I could feel was the lump in my throat and trying not to get publicly upset about it.

“No it’s fine. You didn’t hurt my feelings. I just don’t want it”

And then I tried to move on from it. Lately, however, all I’ve been thinking about is how entirely too big I am. How much space I take up. What I would do if I was skinny or at least 100 pounds lighter.

M knows how I feel about my body and to say that made me like shit.

Add it on top of my seasonal depression and I just feel…bleh. I feel like a blob monster that’ll never lose weight.

I do the diet and I do the exercise.

But I just feel like everyone sees the word “fat” when they see me ya know? They don’t see me as just me. It’s like my world revolves around that word and I hate it so much.

the reason

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley (Call of Duty) x Reader

Type: Fluff, smut (minors dni)

Summary: You’re the reason why Ghost wakes up in the morning, and you’re why he lets himself dream at night. (a part 2 to the right thing to do)

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: use of female body descriptions, explicit language, masturbation, needles/stitches, forced proximity, pining

A/N: hiii, so yes, this is a part two to ‘the right thing to do’ (yayyy). i’m not gonna lie, this chapter was going to be longer, but i decided to cut it so that 1. you guys can get more ghost content faster and 2. you don’t have to read 20k words. as always, likes/reblogs and comments are always appreciated, hope you enjoy :)

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In Ghost’s life, moments of domesticity were rare. Between his turbulent childhood, his initial years during and after the military, and the crippling paranoia being in special forces came with, Ghost could count all the times he had felt that comforting sense of peacefulness; of safety; of not worrying about who was waiting to kill him or who was going to hurt the people he loved; that feeling; that soft, warm, light feeling; he could count all the times he felt it on one hand.

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I keep trying to read fan fiction but this damn moth keeps smacking it’s head on my phones screen