if i was percy jackson and i had saved the world twice and the gods owed me so many favors they never followed through with and i needed a college recommendation letter and their response was “totally! if you could just do this one other thing . . .” i would seriously become the villain for real that time that is final straw material
Sometimes I lay awake and curse g-money because he gets to wake up to Goddess Gwen every morning. HOW DOES IT FEEL TO LIVE MY DREAM???!!!!
say it louder for people in the back
the percy jackson show is not realistic. when filling out worksheets on school trips i have never been given a clipboard. you put that shit against the nearest wall and cope.
They were girlfriends
kamala khan would have the most horrendous ao3 author's notes known to man
"hey guys sorry the update is late i switched places with an avenger (ajdgrhsh literally crying) and a really cool space scientist lady and then got into a fight and some alien dudes wrecked my house and then I met Nick fury and I was literal space it was crazy and I had to help save the universe and saw said scientist lady give up her life to save all of us... anyways hope you like the new fic, branching out with an arranged marriage au for this one!!!"
Hello!! My name is Madison. You may know my account from my fundrasing posts for God Provides Orphanage, and for my friend Krish. I really care about them. I'm always looking for ways I can help them. I am always trying to come up with new plans to find donors or get them a sponsorship. My goal has been to get a job as soon as I could to help out, and I've been taking on freelance work to try and help! For reasons I'm about to explain, this goal had become very difficult.
My body is just falling apart right now. Eating is a struggle because I'm so exhausted, and because of this you can see my bones from all the weight I've lost. I'm getting more seizures, my head feels like it's being compressed always, and I can barely stand. I'm shaking and shaking typing this. I'm not sure why, but my health is relapsing into a worse and worse state. Dysautonomia just happens like that sometimes.
I don't want to sound too grim! But, my point is, because of this, I have felt very weak. And I have just not been able to do everything I wanted to! I haven't been nearly as much help as I'm trying to be. If you've wanted to help someone lately, especially if you've wanted to help in the black lives matter or stop asian hate fields (yazid and krish are from Uganda and the Philippines) this is a way you can!!
it's so nice that Ellie was able to experience the right of passage that all queer women go through— walking past a Victoria's secret and looking at the display just a little bit longer than normal
Ocean’s 8 Vines. I did this instead of my homework…