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Poseidon: "I surrender. Just spare my son"

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Percy: "Do you ever dream with mom? "

Poseidon: *laughs silently*

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Me: *cries pearls*

It came to my mind that Morpheus is not better than Roderick Burgess.

That man trapped him in a Christmas decoration and took advantage of it by using his tools till the literal end of his days.

I remember that I was so pissed off because of this, cause, c'mon, by the greed of one man, countless people paid.

But then, I saw 1.04, where Nada does her aparition, and for a moment, hated Morpheus.

I hated him. So much.

As a dreamer myself, I felt dissapointed at a way I never thought I could be.

I also realized that Morpheus may be the word "Dream" into a man, but he, himself, is not a dreamer.

And how sad it is. How sad it was for me at least, that growed fond of this character, to see this proud, selfish and unforgiving part of him. To see that he is, by far, worse that the man that trapped him. To see that he represents dreams, but he himself is not a dreamer. I suppose that it is part of the charm of his depressed and pale self, after all.

At least Teleute scold 'im and he went to set Nada free, and made sure that she would live an amazing life.

At least in that last action, Morpheus is better, cause he at least choose to be.

And as a dreamer, that made me proud of him, at the end.

“is it posible to be so dissapointed on something you already know would be like how It went? Were you really so naive at the point that you hoped it to be... different?. ”

I have the little hope that Bellamy's death is a simulation of Bardo.

Excuse me, I will cry again.

Okey, some words:

I was expecting Hades to be... Well, like un the books, but I actually like this version of him. Fits some headcannons of mine, and well, when you have a whole family that is the personification of Drama, you decide to be relaxed, so I relate to this version of his jsjs.

Also Cerberus >>>>

And Poseidon coming at the second Sally dropped the match >>>>>

I have seen there is people that are making introductions of themselves, so, I wanted to do the same:

Call me Zia. Just Zia 😃.

I identify as a menace to society. My pronouns are try/me/she/hers.

Im still trying to understand that childhood is over and by that I mean I was born in 2005 and having 18 feels like having 14. At least for me. The only difference is that you understand different things and there are a bunch of responsabilities that now that you have 'em, you regret thinking they were cool.

I'm Christian, and well, just something to have in mind 🥰. Its hard by the way, but no regret jsjs.

Im argentinian, which means im bilingual. Yet, I prefer English. Even my thoughts are in english.

Im in too many fandoms I lost the count.

Same with fictional crushes, which I'm glad they teach me what to want and what to avoid.

Entirely heterosexual btw 😄

The only things I drink are water, Pepsi, a native drink called Mate, different flavors of tea, and coffee. Sometimes with milk, other alone. My favorite Starbucks order is Mocka, often hot (when it's cold weather), often cold (when it's hot weather).

Music taste can go from Un Corazón to Celtic Woman. Be aware of it if you wanna be friends.

Tried to edit once, turns out im only kinda good at writing.

Only child, prepare for sarcarsm.

Tangerines are ✨✨✨

Pepsi >> Coca Cola.

I suppose thats all. If I think of something else, it shall be here.

Alexa, play "I Lived" by One Republic.

People, I'm watching Spy x Family and well, the things you do for the mission. *laughs maniatically *

How far i've went. Once you start you never end. First One Piece. Now Spy x Family. What's next?

"I wonder what would my younger self would say if she saw me right now.

Would that child be proud? Curious? Sad? Angry? I suppose I will never know.

But, yet, I still wonder...

I have that thing: I wonder of impossible ideas.

Such bless and burden, to just wonder. ”

—naive-daydreamer.

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you were meant to be mine); Chapter Six.

Amara takes them to what is a nearby cemetery.

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Revelations, some acussations... And theories. Lots of theories.

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What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Three.

When Esther opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a white light that goes out, and then comes back, and goes out, and comes back. Again and again.

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Where Esther dies and the very death tells her: "Not yet, dear", and the rest is confetti. Until it is not.

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