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

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

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.

Leo: *frantically rubbing himself down with balloons*

Nico: What on earth are you doing?

Leo: I’m about to try asking Jason out.

Nico, sarcastically: Sure, that explains everything.

Leo, impatiently: I need it to go well. Look at that face. He must have people hitting on him all the time, so I need a way to stand out.

Leo, grinning: So I’m going to use static electricity to create an electric shock when I casually touch him, so sparks will literally fly when I ask him out.

Nico, amused: Okay, well have fun tricking Jason into falling in love with you.

its almost 3am and i stil have yet to sleep.... yall i have exams later ummm 😭😭 ive been just taking snapchat pictures just to commemorate thus nightmare

is this not a phineas and ferb dance--

In the club

Frank: I don't know what's worse.

Frank: The fact that I used to think I was related to Octavian,

Frank: or the fact that I'm related to Percy.

Percy: *drinking pure lemon juice* Why is that a bad thing?