The end of the world started when a pegasus landed on the hood of my car.
I tumblr! My name is Elaine. You can see me in this picture! That is me holding the sign, HI! Well my hubby said that if this gets 1 MILLION notes, he will buy me a horse. I would love a horse I grew up on a farm where I rode and ate horses til i was 15 when I moved. I have not seen a horse since, not even a picture! Only one painting I painted in 7th grade. My husband obviously thinks this is going to be an impossible task thats why I am taking this on the interwebs where i can get likes. I have 5,000 on facebook so I am almost there. I want brown horse with some white. I will braid the hair. Thanks so much everyone! Please help me achieve this! :) God Bless
this post has been around since before the precambrien era and we aren’t even close. this website is useless
Pathetic. All of you.
happy ten years since we failed to get this woman a fucking horse. god damn. what’s the point of us
Nico di Angelo character bingo 🥺 he’s so me frfr
Please read this angsty TSATS thing I did. I worked on it for waaay to long.
Nico heard it again and again in all different voices. Listen. LISTEN listen!!!!LISTEN!
He was listening. All he ever did was listen. Everyone around him spoke, and he listened. No one heard him! He-
“Listen,” an all too familiar voice says behind him quieting all of the other voices. The cacophony of voices disappears. “I need you to listen” the voice continues. Nico turns, his breaths shallow. He sees-
“You.” He says, voice tinged with anger and disgust.
The figure looks at him with knitted eyebrows; worrying for him…pitying him. A small boy with olive skin and wide innocent eyes that hadn’t seen all he had. He sees Himself. Age 10.
“What do you possibly have to tell me,” he snaps at the image of his younger self, “That I haven’t already heard?!” His wild eyes glare into his younger, innocent ones. His heart beats heavy against his ribs.
“You need to listen... to what you’ve been ignoring in your heart, ever since you shut me out.” The younger Nico says. Disgustingly earnest. Deplorably ignorant. Deeply maddening. Nico hates himself more than anyone in this world or the next.
“Speak then.” Nico commands, if it means he won’t be tormented anymore then sure. He’ll listen.
“The truth you’ve been ignoring-” he hears himself say, voice small, “About Jason.”
Nico inhales sharply.
No. He didn’t want to talk about Jason. Didn’t want to think- But it was true. He had been ignoring Jason. But once he acknowledged it, it would be true… It would be real. It would hurt.
He stares at himself, with anger then envy, then acceptance. He’s listening now. Can he say it? His fists clench, nails digging into his palms, his whole body stiff and fighting with itself.
“Jason…is dead” He chokes it out, and it feels like he is drowning on dry land.
“And?” Younger Nico presses.
“I’m not good at accepting the death of friends.” He never will be.
“That’s not it.” Younger Nico frowns, disappointed.
“What do you want from me??” Nico asks.
“It seems Cupid didn’t get through to you.”
“Don’t talk about that stupid Cupid.” Nico snaps again, that wound still aches, his anger burns beneath his skin. He wishes Jason was-
Younger Nico giggles. “Haha you rhymed.”
Nico growls at himself. And not just at the younger version of himself. What does his younger self mean? What is it that- …No.
“Just like with Percy,” Younger Nico starts.
“No.” Nico says out loud this time. He doesn’t want-
“You were afraid then. And you started having feelings for Ja-“
“No!” Nico interrupts, he doesn’t want to hear this, “I like Will. I finally like someone who likes me-”
“Listen-“
“No!” Nico is desperate, “You listen! I did not finally get over Percy Jackson just to fall for another golden boy, hero of the gods, who would never ever feel the same way about me! I’m not some sort of Masochist, no matter how faithful a companion pain is to me!”
Younger nico is quiet. His eyes are worried again and then he looks down. “But…” younger nico starts. “But I did like you.” he finishes, but in a voice not his own.
Nico blinks and his young image is replaced. A tall, broad shouldered boy stands there now, watching Nico with bright blue eyes through the glass lenses resting on his nose. His mouth curls into a half smile accenting the scar on his lips.
It has been ages since Nico looked upon that face. His heart throbs, heavy and painful. “Jason?”
“Nico.” Jason says with his warm smile. “Listen,” he begins.
Nico’s heart drops. He’d said listen the way one does when “They Need to Talk.” The way they say it, when they have bad news.
“I’m listening,” Nico manages. He always is.
“I…like you. I was struggling with it because I had so many expectations on me but…whenever I was with you I- I felt like I could be myself.”
“You were my best friend” Nico agrees “…I never had one before.”
Jason nods, still smiling still lovely. “Yes. Exactly. And I really thought that if I…wanted to change that, you’d lose something more important, but…Nico, I liked you.”
“Liked?” Nico repeats.
“Yes, in that way.”
Nico narrows his eyes. No... This is a figment, if he needed to listen why would he need to hear things he had no knowledge of. Jason had never said that, never even implied it. And even in the off chance he had ever liked Nico like that…what good did that do him now? Jason was… gone.
“Liar.”
“What?” Jason says
“You’re not Jason.”
“Do you really think yourself so unlovable, that you think I’m lying to you? That I’m some illusion meant to torture you?”
“Yes. I’m in Tartarus…that’s exactly the kind of thing that would be in here. Not the ghost of a good, wonderful demigod who died a hero and belongs in Elysium.”
“Well that’s true.” Jason says, “I even knew that going in but-” Jason’s eyes search around as a skittering sound echoes around the chamber they are in. Nico isn’t sure who this illusion is, but he seems to have caught the monster in a lie. “I really thought, I could get rid of her hold on me if I told you the truth…but…you don’t believe me…and it… just makes her stronger…”
The figure of Jason shakes as if his arms are pulling at something holding him back.
Nico is alert now and draws his sword. He doesn’t know whom “she” is referring to, but he knows he needs to defend himself.
“Nico, I wish…I could convince you…but we don’t have time. You have to-“
“If you say ‘listen’ one more time, I swear I’m gonna scream.” Nico snaps.
A large, red, bony arm swings down from the darkness and almost crushes “Jason”. The towering, terrible visage of Akhlys stares down at him with her mouth twisted into a sadistic smile.
“-Run!” Jason finishes just before Akhlys pulls an invisible string tugging him back like a puppet.
“Did you listen, Nico di Angelo? I’m so glad you heard my call,” Akhlys’ head twists upside down and then back right side up. “You’re still my favorite…I still think you’re perfect…just the way you are.”
Nico's whole body freezes for a moment, eyes wide in terror before he finally listens…listens to what he was told.
He runs.
Ok but like.
Imagine you’re a demigod going on a quest to the Underworld. You’re absolutely terrified because the Underworld??? The literal Hell??? Hades?? Hello??? but still you have to go anyway. You enter the Underworld, trying your best to keep calm while looking for the palace. It’s dark. Everything’s gloomy and scary. Screamings are everywhere. The Styx is boiling wtf i’m not doing this—-
And then you meet a boy.
Nico di Angelo. Son of Hades. The only somewhat mortal resident of the Underworld.
Who appears to be living quite comfortable in this hell of a place???
He meets you up near the Styx, riding on the Cerberus as if it was his childhood little pony. He wears comfortable and clean-looking sweaters and sweatpants that make you think ‘a god or not a god?’
When you have finished stuttering thru your quest to him, he brings you to the palace with a simple “Come, I’ll ask my dad for you.” The castle is terrifying and he’s trudging through the hallways in fluffy slippers. The skeletons seem to bow slightly as he passes.
Nico leads you to a large door and pokes his head in before turning back with a frown. “Dad’s gone at the moment,” he says, and then moves on again, “You can wait in my room.” He has a room??? Screw it. A chamber. Whatever that is. Clean bed and carpeted floor. There’re a TV and a PS5 wtf you don’t even get to touch electronics! And snacks??? What’s next, a tea party?? He just looks at you and nods that yes, he does have tea party with his stepmother in the weekend.
Holy Hades.
Isn’t the Underworld supposed to be scary? Nico sure doesn’t act like it is??
Maybe di Angelo’s the son of Hades, but still, not in the million years could you have expected this.
(angry video game nerd voice) two genders? that's it? and you just get given one at random, you don't even get to decide which one you want? what a shitload of fuck
WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?!
AND IF YOU WANNA CHANGE, YOU CAN'T JUST SWITCH?? YOU GOTTA DO A WHOLE QUESTLINE JUST TO TRANSITION? WHY DIDN'T THE DEVS TRANSITION TO A BETTER FUCKIN' GAME??
because, what was gideon, if not the first person to show harrow what forgiveness meant
(also harrow’s name is too long already, so Harrowhark Saint of Constantly Having A Terrible Time was a mouthful)
wake up y'all, new Tumblr Gradient just dropped
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this is not a helpful translation, google.
oh
Now this is a Russian culture lesson
Twitter users are defending their right to assume Picasso was a renaissance artist. Tiktok users think watching any film made outside the US makes you a snob. “Replace classic lit with YA and fan fiction” discourse is flourishing. I think we’re just living in anti intellectual times.
it's not anti-intellectualism it's anti-snobbery
Let me ask you this: how many “snobs” have you actually met? Because I have met many people who take interest in art history, watch vintage film or films from films from outside the US (which by the way are not all “arthouse” films), or read and cherish historically and culturally significant literature. But I have never met anyone who will treat me like I’m a bad person for watching Mama Mia or just wanting to be entertained once in a while. I have, however, met people who think art history is stupid and pointless and that those who study it deserve to live in poverty, who are xenophobic and dismissive toward any art made outside the US (or western Europe for that matter), or roll their eyes at people who read literature they consider boring because they’ve never given it a try. In fact, most of the people I know who you would consider “snobs” out of projected insecurity are cautious to bring up their interests because they think they’ll be made fun of. Is anti intellectualism “anti elitist?” At times, but it’s the sort of pseudo populism that fits comfortably within contemporary right wing discourse. Have you paid any attention to politics the last decade or so? If you are allergic to culture and new information, fine. Just don’t claim the moral high ground for it.
you could have just asked for her wig instead of snatching it like that
The Fall of the Damned, detail - Dieric Bouts (1468)
why does it matter if the definitions of bisexuality overlap with the definitions of pansexuality or polysexuality or other multisexual identities??
there are over 50 words that are synonyms for beautiful (or have similar but slightly different definitions/uses), but we don’t go around policing people for using words like stunning or gorgeous because “people might get confused and what you really mean is beautiful”
“i’m sorry ma’am you cannot refer to yourself as beautiful when you are clearly gorgeous. stop erasing gorgeous ppl.”
A gift (2/2) for @the-flaming-phoenix drawn by @ukelele-boy using the prompt “Meg trying to convince Nico to help her garden”!




