Friendly Reminder That Percy Also Has A Little Sister!

au where jason comes back but isn’t quite the same…

I don’t think people realise how easy it is to feel ugly when you’re South East Asian.

I know so many popular East Asian bloggers, who always get so many notes because of how elegant and refined and. Pale. They are. Those are standards most of us can never achieve. I’ve never seen a selfie set of a southeast Asian girl break 1k: but I’ve seen plenty, and I mean plenty of pale East Asians break 3k easy.

I know East Asian bloggers who go on about racism against East Asians and act like it’s universal. I know some who will talk about East Asian racism but never breathe a word about racism against southeast Asians.

I know East Asian bloggers who literally don’t follow any South East Asians. The ones who say that it doesn’t matter because “we’re all East Asian!” Technically. Or those who act like we’re a different breed and a different species.

I wonder if most East Asians know that their beauty standards get passed down to our countries. I wonder if they know how it hurts a lot of us.

So I’m giving a shoutout to every southeast Asian girl. Every one of you,if us, deserves to feel pretty.

I’m talking about the Indonesian gals with broad noses. The Malay girls who wear Tudung and are mocked. Chinese Singaporeans who are still not “Chinese enough” for mainlanders. Filipino girls who feel guilty about their curly or frizzy hair. Indian Singaporeans who are feel like they need to be pale to be worth something ( you don’t). Thai girls who are told their country is only good for farming rice. Myanmar girls who get asked mockingly if they’re domestic workers. Even if you are, there is no shame in that. Every Cambodian girl who felt bad about having thick lips. I know I left a lot of people out, and I’m sorry. But if you’re reading this and haven’t seen yourself here - you are just as worthy and my spirit and strength and good wishes are with you

You are all beautiful. Every single one of you. We are all beautiful. It’s hard to see it and it’s hard to feel it sometimes but we are. You are. Every one of you. Pride to our people!

“One day, you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again.” 

- The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis

types of girls: supernatural beings

angel: silky white clothing, daylight, candles, long wavy hair, soft wind, sad smiles, old soul, warm hugs, choral singing somewhere far away, sun shining through big windows and flowy chiffon curtains, gentle and loving touch.

demon: heavy makeup, high heels, cigarette smoke, contagious laughter, club’s bathrooms, neon signs, big cities, chokers, sharing secrets, passionate kisses, living in the moment, big smile but sad eyes, inside jokes.

fairy: green summer forests, flowy dresses, dancing with your eyes closed, walking barefoot, braided hair, picnics, lambs, hugging trees, harmless pranks, happiness for no reason, old fairy tales, flower crowns, soft giggles.

goblin: collecting shiny things, unusual hair colour, tons of accessories, a thousand exiting stories to tell, frogs and bugs, silly dance moves, messy hair, really old colorful clothing, holding hands, moss, childlike excitement.

mermaid: casualy flirting, pearls and sea shells, innocent looking yet seductive, whispers, beautiful singing, Renaissance paintings, pastel colours, mysterious smile, hairclips, sleeveless dresses, carousels, moonlight, glitter, undefined feeling of nostalgia.

vampire: red lipstick, dark eyes, resting bitch face, black-and-white films, cloudy night sky, dark forests, history, antique mirrors, scary stories, black silk, perfect manners, big old libraries, silver rings, vine bottles, skulls, hiding your feelings deep deep inside.

Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Home for the abandoned, the orphan, the abused, the longing, the loner. Behind its Golden gates and Silver walls lie communities of wizards and witches. Nymphs coaxed into protecting its trees that line the outer wall are constantly on the watch for any danger, and the river flowing through it is clear and cold. Meadows and forests lie inside it, a refuge for the lost. The school is in the middle, where are pathways lead. There’s 5 houses, and 10 prefects, and 5 heads of houses and 5 headmasters/heamistresses. It’s a complete diplomacy, voting is always the answer. Someone got into a fight, you vote, someone lost a sheep, you vote. Unless there is means for harm intentionally and with evil intentions, then the 10 judges are called in. You start the school at age 9, and end at 19. Then, you are legal. Marriage is legal at 21, if you choose to stay inside Salem’s safe haven walls. Salem was founded by a runaway witch during the Salem Witch Trials. She was alone most of her life, until she met Samuel Johnson. He made her laugh, he made Maeve Salem laugh. That’s what she hated. He was a muggle, knew nothing about magic. Maeve was a neglected orphan who knew only pain. So when she let him know she was a witch and his warm eyes grew cold and his lips straightened, her heart broke. He left soon after. She was pregnant with his child. It turned out to be a boy, Jonathan. He was born in Salem, and went to Ilvermorny for education, as Salem was not a school. When he came back disappointed, Maeve was angry at the school that did not fulfill her child’s dream. So she opened Salem School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Maeve left it in charge of Jonathan and his wife, Peggy, and went to San Francisco. There, she established the Magical Foundation of the West. She helped run it for a while before she grew bored of being restrained at her post, so she ran off in the middle of the night to Las Vegas, where she established another magic foundation, the Maeve Magical Association of the West. Maeve ran back to San Francisco and introduced the leaders. They then became partners in working the West. Meanwhile back in New York the Magical Congress of the United States of America grew angry. There was a great battle between MACUSA and the Western Wizarding Congress which was located in Texas. It’s referred to by muggles as the Civil War. The WWC(Western Wizarding Congress) shut down after the war and Maeve begged them to open once more, for they were the real law setters. They refused. She turned to Nicaragua, the only country willing to talk to her, and asked them to help. El Congreso de Magia de America Central(the Congress of Magic in Central America) agreed to help. It sent over Aurors and helped establish the Western Leadership Corporation. Maeve died during battle and a statue of her was erected on MMW(Magical Foudation of the West), MMAW(Maeve Magical Association of the West), and WLC property. There is an ongoing feud between them as to who claims the money left behind by Jonathan’s family, which vanished from the globe soon after Maeve’s death. Some say that Maeve never really died, but traveled around the globe for several years later. Why? Because Maeve was descended from a Poseidon lineage, and the sea does not like to be restrained.

If Harry Potter had Riordanverse-like chapter titles

“A DADA teacher tries to kill me - a sequel”

“Put this horcrux back where it came from or so help me”

“Fifth year: I still have no idea what’s going on”

“I don’t have bones and I am not surprised”

“Hermione solves everything, even faster than Annabeth Chase (though I have no idea who that is)”

“I have to catch a flying golden shit”

“I’m dead, but not really”

“An ancient cup tries to tell me what to do”

“To all the boys I’ve ever killed before - Tom Riddle’s diary”

“Wingardium Levifuckyou”

My cousins daughter found a heart on their school playground!

I just want the Riordanverse to get its own Infinity War is that too much to ask for

I present to you:

The 2:33AM point I made to my sister well she’s halfway across the US on a trip.

You can make me choose between the classic.

Choose between the CW hotties.

Hell even make me choose between the my Apocalypse Boys.

BUT NEVER

Make me choose between three Kings.

Harry: I’m…grounded?

James: *fold arms* Yes. You’re grounded.

Lily: You disobeyed the rules.

Sirius: *holding a shovel* Yes. And now we are going to bury you to teach you a lesson.

Remus: Sirius NO! That’s not how grounding works.