So Y’know How 2 Of The Curses Percy Got In HoH Were A Stabbing In The Gut And An Uncontrollable Tic

Someone should tell Nico that Yugoslavia broke up

This website is so so so good

“who asked” i did. keep talking. tell me more. what happened after that.

GOING FREAKISH FREAL INSANE CHEWING ON CONCRETE!!!!!!

Annabeth fell first, Percy fell harder

Will fell first, Nico fell harder

Alabaster fell head first and broke his nose, Ethan is doing fine

Former gifted kid doesn’t immediately understand her homework and breaks down at her work desk (three dead, five injured)

Luke, staring at the grumpy wet cat sewer rat looking mf that is Alabaster: Why are you with him?

Ethan: He makes me laugh

I won’t judge you based on your looks but I will however judge you based on your pjo cabin, toh coven, hp house, mbti personality type, favourite doctor, favourite season of ahs, favourite skam character, favourite tua character, favourite greek myth, favourite life series member, favourite book, favourite movie, favourite tv show, and favourite music artist.

I saw the tv glow and turned it’s brightness up.

I was happy to see that other people’s tv’s also glowed, but I noticed that my tv was a different shade than theirs. Soon after that, I noticed that my tv was a completely different colour. It was a deep green, turning into white, turning into grey, turning into black.

I turned the brightness of the tv down, but left it just enough to always play in the background, like a little song in the back of my brain that I can’t remember the words of.

I never saw a person whose tv had the same colour as mine and it made me feel like no one would appreciate it. It was quite an interesting colour; I did plenty of research on it, but the people who did have their tv that colour never really got to be a real part of society.

I turned the brightness up again this year—not by a lot, just a bit to make out the colours—and while looking at it, I realised something. If I were to let my tv glow, it would mean never truly feeling a part of this world.

Love was such a big part of a person’s life. So why didn’t I feel any of it? I loved my friends, I loved my family, I loved my pets. Why wasn’t I cable of loving on another level? Why didn’t romance strike me as this beautiful thing rather than this tedious chore? I wanted to rip my heart out—why wasn’t it feeling things like the other hearts felt them? Why didn’t it speed up at the sight of a pretty woman or handsome man? Why did it just pump my blood and not my feelings?

If I were to let my tv glow, it would mean embracing who I truly am. But I don’t know who I truly am. And I haven’t known for a really long time.

If you have trouble remembering all the beef two historical figures had for your exam, just start shipping them.

I am not joking.

They hated each other before their coalition? Enemies to lovers. One of them was assassinated? Right person wrong time. They have portraits/photos together? They must’ve fought the urge to hold hands.

You’ll be surprised by how easy their lore becomes to remember