Idk Why But Bejeweled Just Makes Me Want To Walk The Catwalk...

idk why but bejeweled just makes me want to walk the catwalk...

author had fun writing percy's rant to the gods huh

help

@modawg @writing5ever ive been reading this 69 chapter and 260k word fanfic.... and somehow im already in chapter 64.... its 11pm--

just remembered my friend once mentioned i say "thank you" cutely and im like... im aware of that actually lmaoo just saying it normally just sounds.... fake??????? like i dont mean it

not now baby, mommy is once again thinking about how much Luke shaped Percy as the person we know today, how much of a mirror they are to each other, Luke is everything Percy could become and Percy is everything Luke could have been.

CALLING ALL NICO DI ANGELO LOVING ARTISTS!!!!

I just had an idea.

Can somebody PLEASE draw Hades, Persephone, Bianca, and Nico (and possibly Hazel and Cerberus) as the Addams Family!!!!!!

PLEASE OH PLEASE

Thalia doesn’t keep many things in the hundreds of years she’s been alive. 

But long ago, there were people, their names all but distant memories, who mattered in her 1st lifetime. It’s their things that stay hidden in her bag, reminding her of her mortal life. 

A blue hoodie, worn almost threadbare. The scent of its original owner, long since leached from the fabric. But if she closes her eyes, she can almost see the blue eyes of her first and only love. 

A pair of glasses. Frames cracked and crooked. A reminder of a brother she never got to truly know. 

A baseball cap. It’s magic long faded, branded with a forgotten logo. Memories of a blonde girl laughing hidden deep within. 

A letter. Ink fading, paper yellow. The last words of a dying friend. Words that wish her well, words that wished her well in a world they had fought side by side to save. 

Thalia doesn’t keep a lot of things, but even after all this time, Luke, Jason, Annabeth, and Percy will stay with her forever. The memories of her first family to remind her why life is so beautiful.