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also me: I'm keeping this math assignment from 5th grade I might need it later.

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me: *wants to live a minimalist life with little to no clutter*
also me: I'm keeping this math assignment from 5th grade I might need it later.
What if the seven fell into tartarus together?
How it happens isn’t too important (maybe the Argo II got caught up in Arachne’s web as well or something)
But somehow they all land up tumbling into Tartarus.
First, logistics: this would mean Nico and Reyna (and maybe even the hunters) would have to open the doors from the other side.
But second: what would it have been like for the seven most powerful demigods to be stuck in the literal embodiment of fear?
All the curses they would have had to endure?
Especially Percy, Jason and Annabeth who have been known demigods for an awfully long time and their names drip from the mouth of monsters like acid.
All of them having to drink fire, and Leo finally experiences the sheer pain of getting burnt. Like a thousand claws dragging down your oesophagus.
Them watching Percy’s eyes turn the darkest shade of green to ever exist, as he makes the goddess of misery miserable. And then to follow his lead, because if Percy can do it, they can too.
Jason and Percy creating a storm inside every monster they pass by blood bending, by using the ions in blood to charge the air. Gods it’s so terrifying you cannot help but cry.
Piper and Annabeth are so scared, but Hazel understands that sometimes the good guys needs to be evil too. Hades! She had been evil once, hadn’t she?
Hazel who somehow figures out how to make gems appear in every orifice of a creature and effectively rips them apart from the inside out.
Leo who’s hands shake so much they become a weapon of their own. Catching fire at the most inopportune moments. Fire does nothing in hell. The monsters are used to heat 1000 times worse.
Leo who gathers the debri left behind after their battles and tries to make something: a weapon, a vehicle, anything that will get them out faster. He is only successful once a day, but it is better than nothing.
Frank is scared, not of his friends who have become so dark the night sky glitters in their eyes. No he is scared for them. He cannot transform in Tartarus. Not because he has lost the ability but because animals do nothing against the creatures that scour the plains. So instead he must use Leo’s weapons or lug the newest mode of transportation.
He cannot protect his friends, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. The amount of scars, burns and bruises littered across him makes his entire body look like an open wound. Hazel begs him to stop jumping in front of them. He doesn’t listen.
Piper has never used her beloved sword as much as she did in tartarus. She doesn’t like weapons, she prefers to use her charmspeak. She prefers to seduce the monsters into dying. But there’s too much noise and the blood rushing through her head doesn’t quiet unless she’s in Jason’s arms. She doesn’t spend more than a couple hours a day in his embrace.
Tears constantly stream down her face, blurring her iris coloured eyes and giving her constant headaches. The crying gives her an innocent look and monsters hesitate to kill her. She uses this hesitation. She doesn’t stop swinging until everything in her path is obliterated. There’s not enough ambrosia in the world to stop the ache in her chest. She is terrified of what she might turn into.
And Annabeth, who doesn’t have it in her to give into the dark side, watches in abject horror as her friends slowly succumb. Her pride will keep her from falling but it means she is weak. Her dagger has fallen as many times as she’s been cursed and many more times still. She is constantly by Percy’s side. As protection for him and from him.
Annabeth who helps Leo when her dagger dissapears and she cannot go near Percy for fear of him not recognizing her. It happened once while him and Jason were making contortionists out of a group of centaurs. She has never cried so hard in her life.
And Percy, gods Percy. Who is manic and unbridled. Who does not stop moving for even a second. Who volunteers to be lookout every day, and who paces the rivers while he waits for the others to rest. He doesn’t even know the meaning of that word anymore.
Percy who manages to drag Leo into helping him create a hurricane of fire and stood there watching as the hydra burned to dust. Not even tartarus will revive it. Flames dance in Percy’s eyes. They don’t go out for many days.
Jason who was afraid of Percy when he first blood-bends, but now happily follows his friend. The amount of electric charge in tartarus is rivaled only by that of his father’s aura. Jason twitches with lightning. Nobody can touch him for hours after their battle has ended. Percy and him laugh in unison as they watch monsters crumble.
Piper didn’t know blue could be so dark till she saw the look in Jason’s eyes.
The most feared thing is not Tartarus, it is those seven demigods from the prophecy.
Do not go near them. You will not survive to see another rebirth.
Monsters whisper to each other. This is the warning that attaches itself to the group of halfbloods.
They get to the gates early. Bob walks out with them.
Not even the Olympians can stop them.
They are the Gods now.
I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. -Hozier
me: gosh i have so much work to do i better get started
my brain: you cannot
me: why
my brain: you are feeling moderately upset, any attempt at productivity is futile
me: i don't see how-
my brain: cannot.
Sometimes you just want all the noise to stop
With every little stroke I can feel my brain unclench a little bit
Okay I just finished part 1 of season 5 of Lucifer and I need part 2 like right now thanks.
I feel just a little bit left out sometimes…
“Akoiromantic
Someone who experiences romantic attraction, but doesn’t wish to act upon it or for it to be reciprocated.
e.g., “I had a huge crush on her, but as soon as we got into a relationship, doing romantic things with her felt uncomfortable. I think I might be akoiromantic.””
wait…w-what
I…well fuck
………what, huh, uh, huh?
Aaah!! It makes me happy that this seems to be going around again, and it makes me even more so happy to see people in the tags realizing they might be akoiro/lith!! I’m going to reblog this one with the definition, so everyone if you would, please spread this one around!! Spread awareness for Akoiromantic/Lithromantic!!!!
Theres a word for this feeling?
Smut recs
read-a-hinny-fic:
Touch Me By: Alexandri
The Shower scene by nyladnam04
Harry, Ginny and Polyjuice Potion by Harryginny1
Harry’s Distraction by Tari3_fic
Five Times Ginny Weasley Fucked Harry Potter (During the War) by Emma Grant
It’s complicated by pottermum
Late night Burrowing by ForgottenInTheRush
The Tapestry of Lemons by MomoMouat97
First by myhersheybar
Hogwarts pie by Lavendarbrown
Polyjiuce, Memory Charms, and More by Deadwoodpecker
When Ginny Weasley Scores, She Scores By MoonshoesWeasley
The Woman at the Bar By MoonshoesWeasley
Edited to add:
Homerun By fightfortherightsofhouseelves
A Snitch in Time By: diva.gonzo
Tied in knots by Accusatrix
In Case of Emergency By mhersheybar
Santa’s Helper by lunalovepotter
Heaven Scent by almond_joyz
The Prodigal Daughter by iluvfanfics1
The Bet by BasilM
The thing about girls by Flyingcarpet
Fish out of Water by Flyingcarpet
8/14/2018 addition
Kitchen Witch by Syn
12/16/2018 addition
Syn series
Bedknobs & Broomsticks
This Definitely Isn’t Quidditch
Excessive Use of Elbows
Nicked Knickers & Filched Firebolts
Light Magic by TheDemonLedger
Wow by stuckwithminusharry
Those who love by paupotter_4869
Adding:
Lost and Found by Thedistantdusk
Let Go by lostonplatform934
Briser la Glace by TheDistantDusk
Moss Graffiti: A How To Guide
are you fucking for real
Imagine being the criminal who returns weekly to make sure his fucking plant art is doing alright
Later
I found it! I fucking found it! In my fucking dash! Nothing can stop me now! *EVIL GIGGLES*
OMG SAME RIGHT I SAW IT A YEAR AGO AND WAS UPSET I COULDNT FIND IT AGAIN
@caffeination-investigation is that you
No… yes
How lovely the silence of growing things
the older i get the more i understand Dobby and Dumbledore’s obsession w/ socks