I NEED THIS STORY

julie,, the team took a hard L today...... cheer me up with some headcanons about annabeth and estelle's future sisterly relationship please and thanks

first of all I’m sorry your team lost I’m sure you’ll win the next game bc you definitely deserve it❤️

second aNNABETH AND ESTELLE (who I’m from now on referring to as Stella) HAVE THE BEST RELATIONSHIP EVER

- so Annabeth wasn’t there when Stella was born because she was busy visiting her dad in California and helping him with something - But Percy called her from the hospital waiting room and he’s like, talking so fast because he’s kind of freaking out because his mom is having a baby and he just has to sit and wait and he’s BORED and he wants to talk to Annabeth and he’s rambling on and on- And she just lets him and then after a little bit he finds out she was born and he like has to hang up and go meet her- And Annabeth rushes to finish her stuff with her dad and basically gets on the next plane to New York and she gets there two days after Stella’s born and meets them at the apartment (which she absolutely has a key to) when they get home from the hospital and of course Sally lets Annabeth hold her and she’s so small and Stella smiles at her and Annabeth just like melts a little inside because she’s so cUTE- and you know Stella’s favorite babysitter (aside from her big brother) is Annabeth- They read together a lot. The kids books are easier on Annabeth’s dyslexia and Stella loves hearing them so much - Annabeth actually is the one who takes Stella to get her ears pierced for the first time when she’s eight. Sally was going to buy something came up and she was busy, so Annabeth took her- Annabeth bought her a pair of owl earring just like her own so they could match and they’re Stella’s favorite pair of earrings- Stella got Annabeth into Harry Potter. Nothing’s been the same since.- Annabeth asked Stella to be the flower girl at their wedding and Stella was ecstatic- Annabeth and Stella watch a Disney movie once a month every month for four years straight with no breaks. They’ve got a streak going and they’re not going to break it (there are many repeats but hey, they’re good movies. And they watch all the Pixar movies too.)- When Stella’s little, she practically begs Sally and Paul to buy her tons of wooden blocks to play with. She and Annabeth build huge castles that fill Stella’s entire room and go into the hallway - She has to write an essay in school on who her role model is. Guess who she picks.

Fandom: *never worry or care about Jason more than to despise him*

Jason: *dies*

Fandom:

“It’s because Rayla is a hero. Rayla saves people. She’s brave. She does what’s right, even if it puts her own life in danger and even when the odds seem impossible. Even when it means her own people might misunderstand and turn against her. Rayla is selfless, strong, and caring. That’s what makes her a hero. That’s what makes her…Rayla. You are so…”

AS ALWAYS MY LOVELIES, THIS:/ MEANS PARAGRAPH BREAK! TADA

Eyeing the prefect nervously, Libby walked down the stairs into the rather dim dungeons./ “Why are we down here?” Libby whispered to Maggie, who smiled brightly./ “Our common room is down here, I read all about it!”/ the prefect waved at a green robed boy who eyes the Hufflepuffs with a raised eyebrow and a smirk./ “Why does he look at us like that?” Libby asked, skidding away from the boy./ The prefect turned the corner and they passed a portrait with a pear, a banana, and a apple. The chattering behind them made Libby turn around and stare nervously at the group of green robed teenagers watching them walk./ “He’s Slytherin, how should I know?” Maggie winked at the Slytherin boy and he mock bowed, his lip curling in a even more ridiculing smirk./ The common room was warm with fire and yellow and black walls, comfy beanbags and large sofas crowded around the rather large fire place./ Libby loved it immediately. She inched her way up to the front of the line when the prefect called that first years should follow her. There was a brightly lit hallway leading away from all the rest of the chattering Hufflepuffs that lounged in the common room./ “My name is Hecate, your wonderful and lovely prefect!” Announced the girl as she flipped her hair and beckoned the shivering first years closer. “The head boy and girl will be in shortly, and meanwhile I will hand out your robes and journaling notebook.”/ Hecate spoke in a brisk tone, like Mcgonagall. And like Mcgonagall, it had an underlying warmth that made Libby comfortable in her presence./ As the robes and journals went around Libby was jostled away from Maggie and was shoved a robe, tie, and sparkly notebook. It had a color changin wand holster, a wand warmer, and a black and yellow pen./ Just then the head boy walked in, followed by the head girl. The head girl had black hair that shone in the light and dark skin that blazed in the fire. The head boy had narrowed ice blue eyes and the most tousled blonde hair Libby had ever seen./ “Why do you guys look so scared? We won’t bite?” The head boy exclaimed as he raked his eyes over them all./ “I’m Merci Billons and that’s Joseph Jameson. We are your head boy and head girl, not necessarily in that order, and, we are here to explain the rules.” Merci clapped and everyone silenced./ Libby shifted her weight and caught her wand holster from slipping./ Joseph began to speak but Merci stopped him by putting an arm across his chest./ “These are the rules, take notes, and fast. Rule number one! Do not listen to the Gryffindor we are not all weak pushovers!,” Her arms extended and hate flashed in her eyes as they narrowed into smoking cauldrons of burning destruction./ Libby blinked and opened her notebook, sweaty hands shaking and trying to get the pen to right./ “Rule number two! Do not listen to the Ravenclaws, we are not all dumb!”/ The boy interceded, hands clenched into fists by his side as he stiffened, the obvious memory of being called just that being recalled./ Libby placed her things on the ground and kneeled, not minding the awkward position she could be in, she wrote fast and furious, cursing in her mind as the ink blurred. Curse her left handed sweatiness./ “And rule number 3!” Hecate stood and tilted her head, gesturing to the way we had come, where we had seen the green robed teens, “Get very close to the Slytherins because they love us and will do whatever we want!”/ Libby stood and gathered her stuff, smiling nervously at the three older kids and shuffling backwards. At the sight of them all the other Hufflepuffs cheered and applauded them./ “Tomorrow we go visit the Slytherins, ey?” Yelled a boy from the back of the class./ His response was from Merci, “Shut up, you Canadian!”

wars don’t spare children.

Leo Valdez 🔥

In this house we stan Opeli !!

“The burn from your harsh kisses is worse than the coolness of solitude.”-PoeticInjustice

“supernatural creatures” as we call them, weren’t once considered supernatural. long before history was written they existed and their blood still flows within us, humans, as we do the things we like and excel at.

you can see mermaids in the ways professional swimmers keep their breath for a long time underwater. you can see it in the little girl who constantly wants to go to the pool. you can see them in teenagers who you find surfing on the beach. you can sense them in the way their body gracefully moves on their own.

you can see werewolves in the way some people look at the moon. you can see them in the way they eat more meat than the rest of your friends. you can see them in the way they always sense and know what’s wrong without someone telling them. you can spot them making walks in the darkness of the night.

you can see elves in the way they admire nature. you can see them in the people who love taking walks through the forests. you can see it in the way how they’re faster, more agile, and taller than your average person. you can see them in the little kids who always climb trees. you can see them in the old people who prefer to live in cottages in the woods instead of the big cities.

you can see dragons in the way some people long to the summer. how your little brother wants to visit hot places. you can see them in the people who always had a love for money. you can see it in the way some people always want to know more. you can spot them feeling at ease with their hair in the wind.

you can see faeries in the way your neighbour’s daughter takes flowers with her. you can see it in the young boy who made his own spot in the forest. you can see them in the people who remember the smallest details you told them. you can sense them in the way they use body languages. how their eyes speak.

Edmund Pevensie lion witch and the wardrobe

Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror.