@knowitowl I'm Sorry I Didn't Saw This For A While But THANKS FOR THE TAG!!

I kinda feel like a wolf now!

when we were

i learned that if you scale the history of the universe to a single year, where the Big Bang happened at January 1st 00:00:00 and the present day is December 31st 23:59:59, all of recorded human history fits within the last 12 seconds (x)

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.  

HA gotcha;)

You, a peasant: homo

Me, an intellectual: Highest Occupied Molecular Orbital

Who steps out of the shower half dressed and who exhales 'wow, I'm gay' to themselves ? For as many ships as you like!

🦝: blurb/ headcanons/ drabbles

Uh I'm not going to say *I'm gay* because I really want to do Jeyna. So is *I'm whipped* a good substitute?

So in the case of Jeyna:

Contrary to popular belief, whenever Jason steps out of the shower half dressed, humming some stupid show tune, Rey plays it super cool like it doesnt affect her at all. But inside her mind is just Wow Jason. HOLYSHITHOLYFUCK and shes mentally screaming because he doesn't know what an effect she has on him and like Jason totally knows but he acts like he doesnt notice and will basically tease her the whole time.

Thaluke (let's pretend these babies are alive/not immortal):

Its totally Luke. Luke is the definition of a simp. He will look at Thalia and his heart will just skip a few beats because he's like this beauty woman chose me of all the people she could be with. "Damn I'm so lucky" is a thought constantly in his head because he loves her so much, from her punk badges to the little freckles on her back.

Solangelo:

So it would be Will. Nico would come out of the shower and Will would be teasing him about using up all the hot water or something and then Nico will be like "for the last time, William" and turn to face him and Will's brain kinda short circuits because wow this guy is so beautiful and like he looks so good and holy fuck, hes so gay and he wants to marry Nico di angelo and his ghostly weebiness.

Tratie (this is canon, fight me):

I hc that they both dont start dating outright but more as like, friends with benefits or something. Then one day, Katie steps out the bathroom in a towel and she's yelling at Travis for finishing her shampoo and she's not completely got the soap off her body and her hair is all stuck to her head but at that moment, Travis is like wow. I love her. And then he just pauses and goes. Fuck. I'm whipped for Katie Gardiner.

Malcolm and Rachel (thank you @1ooo-w0rds for getting me to ship something that has 0 scope in this fandom)

Its Rachel. For sure. They're just roommates. He needs a place to stay close to his college and she doesnt really want to stay away from the world of demigods during the whole year she spends at her Art College. She walks into his room trying to ask him something and he's standing there in his towel and all Rachel completely loses her voice and she just mutters wow under her breath and she knows it's weird but she cant take her eyes off him and her mind is just doing a continuous chant of ohmygodohmygodohmygod I'm going to die.

Ahh I dont really ship anything else that much so I dont think I can just do headcanons randomly until you specifically request ygm

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This sucks sorrryyy.

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anxiety.

So, tell me how to be in this world Tell me how to breathe in and feel no hurt Tell me how ’cause I believe in something I believe in us

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