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I've gotten up to that part in the book, and I'm not gonna read it right now because I'm at my grandparent's house and I dont want them to see me cry.
Also:
Weaponized unicorns.
Update: Holy shit I hate this book so much
Can I just say:
How dare he
Holy shit I love this book so much
"Terminus, can you open our defensive barriers here at the main gate?"
"Why would I do that?"
We'll try the Wakanda thing."
"The what?"
"You know," Frank said. "We'll funnel the enemy into one location."
Terminus glowered. "I do not recall any "Wakanda thing" in the Roman military manuals. But very well."
This makes me even more scared for the end of the book, but thank you to Uncle Rick for putting this in here.
I couldn't imagine he would just roll over and surrender. Oh, you need to kill me for your prophecy thingie? Okay, sure! Stab me right here!
This line brought back VERY SAD memories all the way from the Percy Jackson series.
Without taking their eyes off me, Reyna and Meg gave each other a silent high five.
Trials of Apollo, The Tyrant's Tomb
Oh, boy, a special job!
The anticipation was killing me. Or maybe that was the poison in my veins.
Lester, Trials of Apollo, The Tyrant's Tomb
Bruh I got ToA Tyrant's Tomb yesterday because the store had stocked it the day before.
I was reading it, and all these memories were flooding back from the past books. It was all happy and stuff, as a book from Uncle Rick would occasionally be, right?
I was sitting on be bed sobbing with tears streaming down my face. That was at page thirty-fucking-five. I'm also pissed because some rogue tears that I didn't know about landed right on the book, but it's okay.
I can't wait to see what the rest of the book has in store. Yaaayyyyyyy.
Wish my emotionally unstable self luck.
Shout out to my mom who is currently blasting Fall Out Boy's "Sugar, We're Going Down" from the kitchen.
Some of the two best lines from Hamilton mashed into one pile of amazingness:
Everyone give it up for America's favorite fighting Frenchman:
HercuLES MULLIGAN!!!!!
Laughing at my sister as she's dazzling the room. Then you walked in, and my heart went
If the seven, Reyna and Nico went on a road trip, I bet they would all bring some type of snack, but we all know what Percy would bring.
Blue cookies, and blue Coke if he could get his hands on some.
I'm sorry, but can I just point out to anyone that hasn't heard it that 'Congratulations'from the musical Hamilton is amazing?
It's so well done, and has some amazing verses. The link is below, and I'm gonna have it stuck in my head for ages now.
If anyone wants me to post some lyrics from it, then just comment.
Enjoy listening, fellow fans.
For now,
Baibai!
*Ham says something rude to any other person*
Washington: *triggered* exCUSE ME!!
Percy: Hey, Leo! What ya doing?
Leo: I'm seeing how many sour things I can mix into a drink. Wanna help?
Percy: Hell yeah!
Annabeth: No. Percy, please d- Gods dammit, Percy.
--later, in the infirmary--
Will: What in the Hades happened to these two?!
Leo and Percy: *making incoherent noises because they drank all of the sour stuff*
Annabeth:
Will:
Annabeth: ...So, yeah... that happened.
As add on subjects (other subjects that we do for a term and not year round), one of them is textiles, or Soft Tech. Last night I got bored, so I decided to try a design for a doll. I ended up having measurements and everything, and I've decided that, if I do do this, I'm gonna make the Avengers. Although we haven't started designing yet, I'm seriously considering this. If anyone wants this idea, they're free to use it. Also, if anyone has any suggestions, feel free to tell me.
If anyone wants the measurements and they can't see them, then just comment or something, and I'll post them.
'Til the flip side dawns upon us,
Baibai
Here it is again for anyone who wants it! I redid the test, and I got Sadie!
Oof. I tried to remember what Percy and Jasons' ship name was, but I couldn't remember. I was trying to think of alternatives for until I could remember, until I came up with one:
Person
A few minutes later, I remembered that it was actually Jercy, and I was really disappointed in the fandom.
Alright, SO! This was from my old account that I deleted to make this one. I will post these individually just cuz I want to, so deal with it. Ha. If you want more content, then check out the rest of my blog.
Baibai for now
The first thing Will ever destroys is a songbird. He is four, and screaming, and his mother is twenty-three and exhausted and screaming back, and he wants to tear the world to shreds with his bare hands. And the little feathered thing out the window chirps at the wrong volume at the wrong time, tilting his little head, and Will just thinks deathdeathdeathdeath. And it keels over, and it dies.
The second thing Will ever destroys is immediately after and it is a little thing in the centre of his belly. And it is gone. Others have it, he’s sure, and it is what tethers them to the place between Hades and Heaven and what will float them gently to Elysium when their string withers, but his died with the bird. He felt it drop like a stone echoing deathdeathdeathdeath.
Every other thing he destroys wraps its twisted tethered tendrils around his throat.
———
He learns how to use it. Eventually. There is a moment in Cabin Seven in the dead middle of the night, after a nightmare, when Lee blinks green smoke out of his wide eyes and says, when he recovers: “Never speak of this again.”
And Will, eight, destroyer of so many things Abraham and his sands could not count them, nods. And Lee takes his hands and presses a gentle, squeezing kiss to his knuckles and in two years’ time Will destroys that, too. He holds the fragments of Lee’s skull in his hands and green smoke pools from his palms, from his eyes, from his mouth and his nose, and the grinning Cyclops cannot hold his breath in time and Will thinks deathdeathdeathdeath.
And the songbird was quick and the hole in Will’s belly gets bigger and Lee was slow, slow, slow. And for ever second his brother suffered Will extols it tenforth upon his enemy, and he collapses to his knees, tongue blackening, eye shrinking in its massive socket, throat screaming around sounds Will drags from his lungs. Boils pepper his skin and his bones crack and splinter into his muscle and blood seeps from his pores. And Will watches, and Lee’s blood pools in his hands, and the smoke thickens. And thickens. And thickens. And the Cyclops does not turn to dust when he dies, but a shrivelled, slimy corpse of a bird, a crow, and bile crawls its way up Will’s throat. He turns his head just in time and vomits all over the disintegrated grass and watches it smoke and bubble, devouring everything it touches. Lee’s stained skin smoulders under his palms. He drops him.
Michael watches, wide-eyed, and says: “Oh, my gods.”
And later when they are fitting the fragments of Lee’s skull together and tucking a coin in the spaces between his broken fingers, because the plates forming the roof of his mouth have been torn apart, Michael holds his shoulder. And he breathes, and he says.
“Never speak of this again.”
And Will feels around for that empty spot in his belly, and he rubs his hand over his burned, bruised throat. He imagines Lee’s big hands joining the fray, squeezing.
And he nods.
———
When he destroys Michael and follows Percy off the ruined bridge and then watches as each one of his older siblings is dragged into the broken hotel infirmary and drags sheets over their heads. When he closes their eyes and commits their blame to memory. When he saves Annabeth’s life and comes back to find his youngest older sister dead.
He squeezes his eyes shut and he thinks deathdeathdeathdeath. And the smoke is thin and cooling and scaly, and it slithers through the cracks of the ruined Manhattan pavement and wraps around exposed heels. And it bites, sinking into flesh, and demigods die, shrivelled, diseased, screaming. And they join the chain of souls wrapped around Will’s neck and whisper their echoes into his ears: deathdeathdeathdeath. And when he is the last and only son to walk through the only gilded doors he will ever see there is an electric fan still humming. There is floral wallpaper still up on the walls. There are unmade bunks. There is the smell of sweet hyacinth and the gentle curve of bowstrings.
He squeezes his eyes, sinks to the floor, and thinks deathdeathdeathdeath. And the hyacinth spots and dies, and the dandelions turn to ash. The wallpaper yellows and yellows and crumples in on itself and the wood of guitars rot. And when he wakes up on the creaking floorboards in the morning there is nothing but broken metal frames and a thin layer of soil, of grave dirt, where there were once painted hydrangeas. And he sweeps it out the steps and tells Chiron his cabin was burned to ash by Greek fire. His throat itches and aches, a fraction as much as his palms.
It is renovated by the end of the week.
The walls are sterile-white.
———
When a straw-haired suffering boy stretches into his face and screams I am the son of Apollo, Will squeezes his eyes shut. And he thinks: death.
And Death wraps a hand around his elbow, squeezing, stalling, and says: “Octavian, think of what you’re doing.”
The praetor-elect snarls, and does not. His robes catch on the twisted end of the onager, and his string of Fate is cut. He is launched into the air, screaming, and when his ghost floats back down, it does not join the thousands on Will’s back. Instead it sits on Nico’s shoulders, and Nico takes the weight, breathing through his mouth, and soldiers on. Will watches him with wide eyes.
———
“Never speak of this again,” his brothers warned him.
———
His father told him: you are marked.
———
He hears, endlessly, echoed: deathdeathdeathdeath.
———
“I could use a friend,” he says, and swallows. The dead on his back echo their laughter: friend. Friend. Friend.
“Friend,” Nico echoes.
Will nods. He tries for a smile. It’s thin, but Nico does not comment on it. “Or a friendly face, if that’s easier to swallow.”
“You don’t want a harbinger in your infirmary, Solace.”
And Will cannot help but laugh out loud. And Nico scowls, offended, but Will holds up a hand, palm open.
“I know something about harbingers,” he promises. “You are not by far the worst thing to happen to this camp.”
Nico’s eyes widen. Will snatched his hand back, and there must be something in his face. Because Nico nods, slowly, big eyes blinking.
“Okay.” he says, and swallows. “I have to do something, but I’ll be — back.”
And he is.
———
Nico controls the dead. He cares for them. Like his father he is commanding, but he is fair. He gives the dying the chance to fight, the space to plead; when it is time to collect souls he will take them, gently, and guide them, weeping, on. Death is compassionate. Nico moreso.
Will curls his blackened rotting fists to his sides. The snake wraps up his leg, tongue resting on his scraped knees. It hisses, gently.
Nico places a soft, caring hand on his shoulder.
“It’s not your fault,” he says, gently. “Some deaths are not preventable. You know that.” He squeezes. “You are a light on this Earth, Solace. She was suffering. She will be granted Elysium, as all the heroes who died here will be.”
Heroes.
Nico searches for his eyes, and smiles. The snake around Will’s ankles hisses, moving close. Will holds his breath.
“Remember all your hands have done, Will.”
Will swallows, and tucks his palms into his pockets.
Death.
Death.
Death.
Death.
“Believe me. I will.”
“She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.” ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
@megatronswaifu 's oc makes me happy so I drew them with my oc Wrangler. And now I may still be stressed for my test but I am very happy XD
Well they have now!
Hey have people made...
Steampunk Watchers?
@happydayz101 No I cannot take it, you would do it anyways 🥴
Ten minutes of light teasing like this. Can you take it?
Why did I just found out today that the reason why Get Schooled/True Education was taken off Webtoon was because it got into a huge controversy?!??! What do you mean the recent chapters have been racist?!?! What was the creator even thinking?!?! 😭😭😭😭
Like, I was so shocked when it suddenly got taken off Webtoon a few months ago and didn't even know why it got taken off until now. Like wtf?!?!? Like the chapter was about to tackle racism and discrimination but apparently it dealt it in a horrible way, and basically made one guy say the n word!? I would have assume it was a racist guy bullying the black guy but apparently it was reversed racism, where a korean guy was actually the one being bullied by the black guy? Idk, it's just what I have read and the who said the n word was the one being bullied? Like what? Now, idk really but it's just what I have read.
It sucks really, I wish the creator could have not made it that way. And took inspiration from black people or blasian or southeast asian people experience living in korea especially in school. that just sucks :/