just imagine all of camp half-blood knowing that percy and annabeth clearly have a thing for each other. not because of their banter that toes the line of flirting. not because of their countless hugs. not because of their refusal to go anywhere without each other. but because they watched annabeth kiss percy on the cheek. and both of them turn away to smile to themselves.
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Credit: Backroad-life
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its gotta suck being a kid at camp half-blood post toa if you aren’t cabin 7
like imagine having to accept the fact your godly parent probably doesn’t really care about your existence beyond being a tool for quests meanwhile Apollo’s crashing into camp for the 12th time today at 7:00 am in the morning to hang out with his kids + nico and meg
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Vermont
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(Whit did, in fact, gaf, but he wasn't about to let anyone know that.)
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Everyone's favourite little arsonist.
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screenshot redraw of the sillies!! i have a couple more sketches so hopefully youll hear from me again soon :)
i really liked the ep hehe
zooms/OG:
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imagine a world where the heroes of olympus series was one big crossover. a world where we meet an eleven year old boy named jason, no last name because it reminds him of his mother — a drunk who literally threw him to the wolves as a toddler. jason, who's earliest memory is chewing on a stapler and his older sister tending to the wound on his bottom lip — but he hasn't seen or heard from her since they were separated years ago. jason, who grew up reaching for the sky like a purpose, desperate for a chance to prove himself. jason, who fought to save the world at fifteen years old. and jason, who finds himself in the grand canyon four months later with no memory of who he is or where he came from, feet away from some frantic sixteen year old girl in search of some dude named percy jackson. imagine what this could have been.
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Camping in the Eastern Sierra
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Chiron: Welcome to Camp Half-Blood! Home to demigods of—
Me: Yeah yeah, which demigods can see the shrimp colors?
Chiron: Excuse me?
Me: You heard me. Who’s got the shrimp colors?
Chiron: Well, ah…Iris is the goddess of the rainbow, and Poseidon is god of the sea, but I don’t think—
Me: Give me the shrimp colors, horse man.
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Commercial photo by Henk Hilterman, 1966.
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headcanon that aphrodite kids' pupils are heart shaped
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