Someone Give These Hardworking Demigods A Hug God Damn It

oh shit that scene between rayla and runaan tho

that shit hurted

especially since we know how close they were/are??

ugh.

“Hopelessnes attacks her victims with the sharp tip of a knife, drawing slowly, torturing like, over their skin, until finally plunging into their heart. She works with depression, the ugly monster under my bed”- PoeticInjustice

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 want a dog

Sirius: you’ve got one. Me.

Harry: No, I want a REAL one.

Remus: Did you hear that Padfoot? He wants a REAL dog-

Sirius: Listen here you little-

“If I can’t find a path, I will carve one out from stone to get where I want to go.”- PoeticInjustice

sections in my band

flutes: salty, cant tune, will fight you, loyal and smart clarinets: tired, dont give a fuck, either very good or very very bad trumpets: chill. shy but hilarious. “everyone” likes them alto sax: jazz - 10/10 chill dudes, very nice. concert - who? tenor sax: prissy, very good, would not recommend long exposure too bari sax: sad trombones: new to band, total meme hos, tuba: v smol, baby of the band, must protect percussion: sonuvabitch, talented but dicky

Nero: I have an army!

Apollo: [blurts out defensively] We have Percy Jackson!

                   Courage, dear heart.

My mom helping me with homework: If John has 90 apples and you take away 11 times 5 how much is it?

Me: *takes longer than 30 seconds to reply because I’m doing the math*

My mom: IF JOHN HAS 90 FRICKING APPLES AND YOU TAKE AWAY 11 TIMES 5 BENDITAS MANSANAS CUÁNTO TIENES HIJA????*

Me: I don’t know!*whimpers*

My mom: Didn’t they teach you this in school! And don’t talk back to me.

Me: no...

My mom: Ay Dios Mío, ima get your dad and see what he has to say about this.

My dad: You calculate the 500th degree angle of the 5 to get 6 and then you add how many you have left over our previous equation...

Me: OH MY GODS IM NEVER ASKING FOR HELP AGAIN

*basically means in Nicaraguan- a type of Spanish- Lol- IF YOU HAVE FIVE F***ING APPLES HOW MANY DO YOU HAVE LEFT??????