My Preferred Form Of Self-harm Is Waxing

i always have this feeling of impending doom no matter how good my life is going

do yall think there is a universe where Jason was given to one direction instead of the wolves

healing is taking too long what if i just kill myself

my contribution for the netflix avatar remake

bitches who grew up on Percy Jackson , the Hunger Games and Avatar the Last Airbender...

how's that deep-rooted desire to burn down everything that slightly inconveniences you .. oh and the adhd , bisexuality , contempt for authority and existential crisis going for you?

It's me I'm bitches

3 day hiatus over, the really fucking epic pukicho arc begins... now

The thing about standing ovations is that they are like after care for actors: it’s ok that you dressed up and played pretend for two hours! Everyone liked it! No one thought it was weird!

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. Absolutely amazing.

As a person who is dying for book recommendations: What is a book you picked up randomly that you heard nothing about previously that blew you away?

I feel like we all have at least one hidden gem we stumbled upon.

Please reblog with your books in the tags :)

Nico who, as he gets stronger, starts hearing voices saying his name. The first time it happens, he's just arrived back at camp and it's Will’s voice in his ears so of course he turns to find him in the dark and fears the worst when Will is nowhere close, because the dead have been calling his name for years.

He would have felt will's death, he knows that, but everything has been... off. Will is alive, of course, and so is Chiron, the next person Nico hears saying his name when they're not around him.

It takes a while, and he almost convinces himself he's gone insane first, but they figure out that he can hear when someone talks about him, much the same way gods can. For now, it's only when they're in the same general area, and he can only catch his name, but he's getting stronger. He can't help it.

The more powerful he gets, the farther away someone can be and still reach him. He starts to hear more than just his name, like a radio has been switched to a new broadcast channel every time he's mentioned, and he can tune in to hear what they say about him. They tell his stories; some friends, some enemies, many strangers.

As he gets stronger, he has to learn to shut it out, or it will break him, and he wonders if this is why the gods never seem to answer.

The first time he hears a prayer addressed to him, shakily whispered in a voice he's never heard before, he answers immediately. The younger sibling of a Roman camper he's met only in passing cowers in a corner, hiding from a monster and throwing our prayers to every deity they can think of, every name mentioned in a bedtime story about heroes who fight monsters and get gifted immortality for their efforts.

Only the Ghost King, whose rise to power was unsanctioned by the gods, unwanted, an act of rebellion, answers. Because it's not the gods who grant immortality, it's the storytellers.

Can't wait to see zeus go from "make sure i never see this one again" to offering percy immortality and then getting hit in the face with A Guide To Parenting And Other Family Issues By Perseus Jackson™