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nico di angelo??? /hj

Midwestern emo songs are fucking insane cause it'll be this sad mid boy who can't sing for the life of him and then suddenly they say the most profound lyrics that would make shakespeare, edgar allen poe, and fiztgerald all simultaniously go into a coma and you sit there like hell yeah. anyways.

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no, he should’ve dragged it around EVERYWHERE because he killed patroclus.

patrochillies is life

Odysseus watching Achilles absolutely mutilate Hector's corpse

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gasps in offended achillies

Odysseus: Do it or you're straight.

Achilles: *Loud gasp*

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@crmblingstatues + whoever wanna join tehe

i have one mutual lmfao

how does pinterest see you? search up:

~fashion

~pantone

~mood

~food

and put the first picture that shows up

mine:

tag ur moots!!!!

@batschistcrazy @julia-bonkers @girlbossblog444 @greengirllover @turnerside @ohmanareyoucereal69 +anyone who wants to join<333

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@crmblingstatues

you wanna do smth like this after the other idea (js with different characters, or in the next ide, i haven’t re-read it yet so i kinda forgot tehe)

Another little notebook scene that I have written down that won’t go anywhere-

(Might share one per day or smth)

Leo held up his hand. Stamped on the back in perfect block capitals was the message:

“PROPERTY OF JASON GRACE”

And underneath it, in smaller print:

“If found please return to Cabin 9 and tell him to GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!”

“It’s permanent marker,” Leo explained, “You have to get one of the Hecate campers to remove it, and he’s told them they’re not allowed.”

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im so happy now

What is he but 2 pomegranates tall?

@no-please-im-a-writer-i-swear said for me to make him 2 pomegranates tall. Done :D

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this feels like a very leo valdez thing to do tbh

Annabeth: Are any of you straight?

Piper:

Nico:

Jason:

Jason: *Raises hand slowly*

Leo: *Grabs Jason’s hand, interlocks their fingers, and brings it back down*

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make him 2 pomegranates tall.

He is naught but 3 pomegranates tall

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KINKYY 😭😭

(my theatre kid ass brain read it as “kinky!” from dear evan hansen lmfao)

Will Solace Headcanon where he is so indecisive about food, especially in the morning, that he ends up just skipping breakfast altogether

And Nico hates this (cause why is his bf such a hypocrite?) so he takes it upon himself to make sure Will eats at least something

Will: Neeks, look, I really ain't got the time to figure out what to eat cause I have to get to the infirmary-

Nico: William Andrew Solace you will sit right back down and eat this sandwich before I shove it down your fucking throat

Austin: ...

Kayla: Kinky

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nuh uh

Jason: it’s not gay if I wanna date Percy, but like as bros, right?

Frank: i’m not an expert, but that sounds kinda gay

Nico, eating McDonald’s in the background: i’m an expert. that’s gay.

inspired by this post

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LMFAOOOO

Literally no one:

Sirius black every 20 minutes: I'm bored

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no stop what poor jason 😭😭

leo’s kinda a badass for that tho

When Leo died he really said “double it and give it to the next person.” The next person just happened to be Jason.

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YALL I CAN FINSLLY START REaDING THE SERISSSS

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violently stares into the abyss

“bro can you like, stop?? look at something else man that shits uncomfortable” - the abyss

“I have stared into the abyss not just long enough for it to stare back. But for it to get uncomfortable and ask me to stop”

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OMFG TYSMMM

Writing Description Notes: Physical Pain

Updated 6th June 2024 More description notes

It was as if his bones were made of glass, shattering into a million pieces with every movement and sending waves of sharp, shooting pain coursing through his limbs.

His muscles screamed in protest with every step, each movement sending jolts of electric pain shooting through his body.

The ache settled deep into his bones, a dull, persistent throb that seemed to resonate with every heartbeat.

Every inch of his body felt tenderized, as if he had been used as a punching bag in a brutal workout session.

The sensation of blood trickling down his skin was a grim reminder of the violence he had endured.

His ribs screamed in protest with every breath, each inhalation a sharp reminder of the blows he had taken.

The world seemed to spin around him in a dizzying blur, his vision clouded by the stars of pain that danced across his field of vision with every movement.

A sharp, stabbing sensation shot through his lower back, making him wince.

Her temples throbbed with a relentless, pounding headache.

He clutched his side, pain radiating from the bruise with every breath.

Her muscles screamed in protest, the soreness a reminder of yesterday’s workout.

A burning ache spread through his chest, each heartbeat intensifying the agony.

She bit her lip, trying to stifle the groan as pain flared in her twisted ankle.

His knuckles were raw and throbbing, evidence of the fight.

She pressed a hand to her forehead, a dull ache settling behind her eyes.

A searing pain lanced through his knee, nearly buckling his leg.

She gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white as pain shot through her arm.

Her trembling hands betrayed the unyielding agony in her joints, a relentless companion.

Doubled over, he fought against the relentless cramps that seized his stomach.

A sudden, searing pain in her wrist forced her to relinquish her grip, the cup clattering to the ground.

Every step reverberated through her aching feet, a reflection to the miles she had traversed.

Rubbing his shoulder provided little respite from the persistent agony that gnawed at the joint.

A sharp sting on her finger brought fresh irritation, the paper cut a small but sharp reminder of vulnerability.

His tooth throbbed incessantly, a deep, pulsating ache that clouded his thoughts.

Each movement of her stiff and sore neck elicited a fresh wave of discomfort, a constant reminder of strain.

A stabbing pain in his chest made each breath a struggle, a reminder of mortality's grasp.

The throbbing in his hand, where the door had slammed shut, served as a relentless reminder of his own clumsiness.

A dull ache settled deep within her lower back, rendering even sitting a feat of endurance.

His leaden legs protested with every step, each movement a symphony of agony.

His head spun, the pain behind his eyes making it hard to focus.

Sharp pangs in her side served as a reminder of the physical toll of her exertion, a stitch from pushing too hard.

His throbbing ankle, swollen and tender, made each step a test of willpower.

Gritting her teeth against the shooting pain, she cursed the strain from overuse that tormented her wrist.

Pressing a hand to his chest, he felt the pain radiate outward in relentless waves, a reminder of vulnerability.

Her burning shoulder protested each movement, the pain a constant reminder of her injury.

He winced as sharp pains flared in his elbow, each movement a reminder of his body's fragility.

A deep ache throbbed in her hip, a persistent discomfort that refused to be ignored.

His fingers tingled with pain, a result of gripping the tool too tightly for too long.

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no, no you did not :D

Did i make up Thalia being punk. I saw online someone call her emo. Like Thalia is punk. Nico is emo. Percy is a skater boy. I didnt make this shit up right?

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@crmblingstatues you wanna try this after the time wars???

At the age of twelve you started randomly seeing a green line and a red line on the ground. You've always followed the green line leading you to a successful and happy life, one day you decided to try the red line