[jasongrape-deactivated20210408]

Jason Grace was sixteen years old when he died.

He got Elysium, as expected. The hero’s paradise. He met up with some old friends, friends who had been lost in battles at Camp Jupiter, people from New Rome that he hadn’t seen in years. Even though he couldn’t quite feel the sunlight, or remember the color of Piper’s eyes, he was happy.

Jason had the chance for rebirth, and a shot at the Isles of the Blessed. He decided to stay in Elysium for a bit, and wait for his friends. Of course, he didn’t want to rush them. So he spent his days sitting in meadows, laughing with new and old friends turned family. The houses on his street took turns holding barbecues, and he went to every one. When he shook hands with heroes of all generations, he flashed back to sitting in the legion’s classroom, studying the myths he had heard so many times it was like they had been inscribed into his skin. 

Every once in a while, whenever he can bear to slip away from this new paradise, he goes back to the mortal world, as nothing more than a wisp of smoke, something you can’t focus directly on or it would disappear, but visible in the corners of your eyes. His friends never see him, of course, and he can’t visit too often or Hades will get mad. 

Jason runs alongside his sister and Reyna, during a particularly fast-paced Hunt. When Thalia draws her bow, he adds a quick flash of electricity to it, just enough to immobilize the animal. 

Piper curls up on the front porch of her dad’s cabin in Oklahoma, reading an old book about Cherokee myths. She falls asleep, still on the steps. Jason tucks the blanket in around her. 

Leo and Calypso sit in the forge in the Waystation, surrounded by bolts and pieces of scrap metal and notebooks with everything from algebraic equations to (badly written) essays for school. As Calypso braids her hair, Leo complains about his newest machine not starting. Jason gives it a spark, just a small one, and the engine roars to life.

Percy and Annabeth walk the streets of New Rome, laughing about the time Percy went on a marine biology expedition and stayed underwater for three times longer than he was supposed to. Jason pulls up a chair at the cafe next to them and smiles.

Camp Half-Blood holds a particularly intense game of Capture the Flag one night. Will and Nico take a shortcut through the woods, and end up getting lost. Jason sends a gust of wind to clear their path.

Frank and Hazel lead the legion, and it’s a well-known fact that if you’re ever in trouble during a battle, you may notice that your next sword strike hits with a little more power than expected. Your next leap may take you a little farther than it should. That thunderstorm up ahead? It’s the sign of a friend.

Jason Grace died when he was sixteen years old. But he’s never stopped living.

[blissxpjo]

I DONT WANNA READ THIS BECAUSE ITS GONNA MAKE ME CRY, I KNOW IT😡👊

[acourtoffeelsandtears]

you don't realize how powerful you are until you stop apologizing for existing

- bagel (instagram)

[abs-blabs]

“I asked chatgpt.” Oh yeah, well I asked Todd Anderson and Neil Perry and they said:

“I can take care of myself just fine!”

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“No.”

Whatever the hell that means. Anyway, happy pride month :)

[teachme-daddy]

you know what love is? it creeps up on you unexpectedly, and once you're in, it doesn't creep out. it stays, carving a part into your heart with a sharp edged knife, so that even in loss, you remember what it is like to love, because that part of you will never come back.

[teachme-daddy]

so, story time. hi guys. ill tell you my story truthfully, and ill start at the very beginning. pretty sure no one is reading this crap, but i have to tell someone.

where im from, school goes on till the tenth grade, and then you go to junior college. so, after getting out of school, which was hellish for me, i decided that my life path was medicine, and instead of going to a full time junior college, i went to an integrated one, which means, you go to extra classes instead of your jc lectures, and that attendance gets counted. when it was my first day of class, i and my friend from school, lets call her k, met the strictest man ever in the first lecture, who told us that discipline was the only thing that would get us to our goal in life. he was probably the best man who could ever teach you chemistry. the second lecture was a biology one by a man, who was so mellow, but goal oriented, saying that everyday striving would get us where we wanted to be.

the third lecture for physics was taken by a man i paid no attention to, after my brain was grilled early on. and my friend leaving, because she took different classes, made things lonely. and the goofy man walks in class and plays an app that tells you the age of your ears by what sounds you can hear. i probably very visibly rolled my eyes and daydreamt. and i forgot about the man totally.

a few days later, we had a school graduation for people from our school classes, where another girl who attended the integrated classes with me was also present, called a, along with my friend k. and she walked upto me and said, what did you think of class, and i told her that it was nice. she then asked, what did you think of the heavily bearded man, and i couldn't for the love of me remember who it was. and then she said, he was the big man who taught physics, but i still blanked out. she told me his name was r. i couldn't remember him. i just couldn't.

i waited an entire week before i could meet the man. and when he walked in, i paid attention. he was smart and funny and so talented. and then i facebook stalked him, obviously. and came to know my old friend v knew him, so i checked up on the man. and i got a great review from v, and i was hooked. i wanted to know more about this man who got thrown into my life, one who i never would have otherwise noticed, and started falling in love with him.

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Neil grinned as he handed Todd's poem back to him. "You're really good at writing. So good. I like a person like that."

Todd's eyes twinkled. "Yeah?" he asked, hopefully.

Neil nodded. "You know, if you were a girl, I'd marry you," he said casually. "Because we get along well, encourage each other to keep going, and we could save money by doing that."

Todd stared at him. Neil brought up the "if you were a girl" a lot, but Todd always thought to himself, "You don't need to be a girl. I love you as a boy." But he knew he couldn't say that.

Instead, Todd just scoffed and said that Neil would have to do the cooking and laundry. Todd offered to clean the house and do dishes, so it evened out.

If you were a girl, I would marry you. Those words always played in his head.

But now, as he clawed at the dirt of Neil's grave, only one sentence echoed back- a reply to what Neil had said months before: If you were alive, I'd marry you.

[tiger-talks-and-doodles]

Wuuhh

I watched Dead Poets Society in class, and all I can say after watching it is:

[elle8n]

This movie changed my live <3

[theduckwithafroghat]

So I was watching a Jeff Buckley interview and he was talking about his song Grace and as he was talking about the meaning behind it and stuff he said "Grace is what keeps you from reaching for the gun too quickly"

And all I could think about was Neil Perry 😭

[marauding-almond]

half of the dead poets society fandom is full of the sweetest fluffiest most adorable amderperry content ever

and then the other half is like . hey remember when Neil KILLED HIMSELF

[shroomwar]

Hey not to ruin anyone’s day but how long do you think Charlie stood by the edge of Todd’s bed, looking down at his peaceful sleeping form and steeling himself for the message he couldn’t delay forever? How long do you think he stood trying to give Todd just a little more time existing in a world that Neil was still in?

[ithinkthereforeidread]

— “suddenly it’s december”, margaux paul

[softsapphictears]

"and there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. i know these will all be stories someday, and our pictures will become old photographs. we'll all become somebody's mom or dad. but right now, these moments are not stories."

[probuccalfat]

you can go back to the past but nobody’s there

[the-addiction-of-you]

I think about it like this all the time when I go back to places I haven’t been to in a while that hold deep memories

[kaleidoscopicsilverstar]

you know what its like to feel trapped in your life, not being able to think, to breathe? getting suffocated second by second, and seeing yourself be suffocated but being unable to do anything to get out of it, even though you know youre being suffocated. an egomaniac trying to control your life, and its not like he didn't try. he tried for the annual and got snuffed out so badly. he tried to fight, but it yielded nothing. i feel for neil, i really do. being trapped like that and feeling your cage closing in around you, until it will entomb you alive? im too much of a coward to do what he did, the fear of what comes after too much, but i get why he did it. he chose not to be trapped, to free himself the only way he knew how, to never be suppressed again by the people he loves, who were the one to put him in a cage. so much guilt and love for the same people who are supposed to love you unconditionally, only to be crushed under the weight of their expectations. just saying, i get it. id do the same.

[hugs-and-wishes]

fuck chaol.

fuck.

chaol.

why is he blaming everything on Aelin? he has so much self-hatred for himself and uses her as a scapegoat to push all that trauma onto, when none of it was her fault. she didn't force him to do jack fucking shit for her, and he knows it. god. i don't even know WHY he got a healing arc to be honest, he shouldn't have in the first place imo. and honestly, on the subject of Nesryn, all he did was call himself a bastard and move on for the shit he inflicted upon her. he didn't wait for her. he didn't give her the consideration of asking if she was okay with him having Informal Engagements with someone else while they were still technically kind of a thing, and he never REALLY considered how his actions may affect her in the future. he could've given her that much thought and consideration at the very least, it wouldn't have been that hard. Aelin did it for him, why couldn't he do it for Nesryn? pay it forward motherfucker, yknow? god. at this point i'm more invested in Nesryn and Sartaq's adventures than i am with chaol's healing arc and guilt-ridden yearning.

[widowscvrse]

all i want is him but he’s with someone else. is one kiss just to much to ask for?

[lyingsblog]

happy father’s day to all the male teachers who gave me attention and appreciation 💕