No One Talks Enough About The Fact Jason Was Stabbed Straight Through The Chest, Like The Sword Went

my snapchat memories one year ago today 💔 can’t believe my baby is already one

so real

god i need art donaldson so bad

happy national girlfriend day I love my girlfriend <3

I like to think about Camp Half Blood and how its probably full of old hidden kid structures

It's an ancient sacred valley, that has trained and housed children for thousands of years, many of those kids coming from artisan backgrounds and gods. Kids build things, kids make forts and rope swings and tree houses. Kids need hidy holes and pretend play boxes and secrets.

I like to think about walking in the CHB woods, off the trail in a place you think dryads have only ever been to. And then you come to this tree with wooden planks nailed to it. You look up into this old oak and above you is a few more boards, just enough to make good seating hidden in the branches. There are initials carved in the bark, no one you recognize, and doodles on the boards. You don't know who built it or when, was it put up last year or fifty years ago, but someone dragged 2x4s miles and miles through the trees and made a place just for them. Your reminded that this place has always been here, that so many half-bloods have come and gone, but all throughout the valley there are still echoes of them

‘I was here’ says the little jerry-rigged bridge over the creek, ‘I mattered’ says the rope swing into the lake, ‘Even if I'm forgotten’ says the crumbling fort in the woods, ‘I left something behind’ says the initials in the tree

so cool that challengers won the oscars. every one. all the oscars. good for them

Imagine, you're just coming to terms with the fact that your four year old son is now thirty seven, he grew up as a hunter, a life you actively rejected for yourself and for him, he takes you to his home (the bunker of a society you thought was a myth) and your other son has left his blood all over the place. And then some random guy in a trenchcoat accosts you and instead of shooting him, your four year old thirty seven year old son calls him a friend and they embrace with a tenderness and devotion you likely didn't even share with your husband because (oh yeah) your entire relationship was set up by cupids in order to breed the vessels of the apocalypse.

i’m having… thoughts

armzah save me plz

jack schlossberg is so patrick zweig i love my trustfund men!!!