Visual Representation Of How It Went

percy jackson is a new yorker. you know what there are a lot of in new york? italians. i know because i am one in new york. so percy jackson could be italian. so sally jackson could also be italian. so imagine the shock on nico di angelo’s face when sally starts screaming at percy in italian

your pal says something mean about a fat person in shorts this summer you SAY, "oh so they're supposed to get heat stroke because of your sensitive ass?" (fat people deserve to wear weather appropriate clothing)

you're getting ice cream with your friend and they make a comment about the fat person eating an ice cream cone you SAY, "oh then I guess you don't want ice cream, let's go." (fat people don't need to earn food even for enjoyment)

you're at the beach and a fat person is laying out and your dad says something rude about it you SAY, "I think they look comfortable. It's good they're getting some sun. I bet they work hard all year for this vacation." (fat people deserve to appear in public)

telling a someone you like their stretch marks does NOTHING for fatphobia and will NEVER make your friends and family think twice about their shitty learned hatred.

Which sibling are you? 🧸

"The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal, and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again, but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to."

- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

I’ve officially forgiven Dublin Bus for all the times they were late or never showed up cos the pride Bus they done with proud dads was the most wholesome thing i’ve ever seen in my life & i still can’t watch it without tearing up omfg

"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"

But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.

It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?

eva noblezada

i love how broadway actors are just regular people to most but to a very small brand of teenagers who know every detail of their lives and the blocking of every musical they’ve been in

Antinous: 🎶Only the ocean and I will know~🎶

Poseidon: THE OCEAN!? *Wheezing Ichor Filled Coughs* HELL NO! LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS!

Apollo: Please Uncle, you'll tear your stitches.

One Song Later

Ares: Athena, Imma be honest, I think I'm in love with him. I need him physically, emotionally, carnally. I need him in a way I've never needed a mortal before—