#makes myself cry

[rubeau-art]

Ohhhh the idea of tiny jax all curled up in a cute crochet scarf or hat that Monroe made because it's comfy and warm and smells like someone he cares for is so cute...it's his safe space until he grows back to size

There’s one blanket Monroe made years ago for Jax and his parents to have on their ship. If anything is a safe space, it’s that.

[edwardashley]

*reads my own WIP stories* if I were a reader I’d strangle myself (the writer)

[gika-ghost]

now im just thinking about rex writing poems for gika 😭😭

what kind of poems would he write?

would he see all the different flowers and nature and beauty and think of G'ika back home? Would Rex feel the love swell as he sits somewhere a little removed from others and takes a quiet moment to write a letter?

[daymeleon]

Day’s villain verse makes me so sad. Because the reason why they become one is because they don’t know who they are and they literally start forgetting things about themself. If they pretend to be someone else too many times they start to literally lose themself. They forget their name. Their favorite color. Their family. Their morals.

The friend group that made them like this lured them in with “People are constantly changing anyway, so we’ll accept you no matter how you change and turn out to be. You can find yourself with us.” And they slowly lost themself and ended up dissociating from their entire life. They become a nobody. Just a chameleon.

[massocheichei-chei]

is it bad that i’m absolutely in love with the idea of one-sided gaara/naruto like sandboy is smitten with naruto and naruto continues chasing after sasuke as per canon and gaara just accepts that he’s never going to be the one

[graecvs]

"Percy," Tyson started, and broke off with a sniffle. He didn't want to cry. Percy didn't cry. He did not want to cry. Especially not over what a camper said. He stood up a little straighter (and he was already towering-- just look at him go) and crossed his arms. "Percy. Don't say anything to them, okay?" He could do it HIMSELF.

   Percy knew that Tyson wasn’t always treated very well, despite his best efforts to keep the campers in line. He had struck up an immediate bond with the Hephaestus cabin, yes, but some of the other campers still had some... judgement issues. And Percy couldn’t be everywhere. He couldn’t be Tyson’s personal bodyguard.

   “Hey, hey,” he murmured, rubbing a hand over Tyson’s broad back. He led his little brother into the cabin, guiding Tyson to his bunk and sitting down next to him. “Tyson, I can’t let other campers bully you, it’s not fair.” He knew Tyson wanted to prove himself, wanted to one day measure up to whatever ridiculous standard the young cyclops held Percy to, but -- gods, he was just a kid. 

   “I’m your big brother,” he reminded, leaning his cheek against Tyson’s shoulder (the highest he could reach). “And I’m a head counselor. It would be totally in line with my job description to give those kids a good ass-kicking. Or just shitty chores for the next month.” 

   He’d led the Greeks in battles with the fate of Western civilization at stake. Percy hated feeling helpless about something as small as Tyson crying.

[tanknaka]

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