new drinking game idea! if you see this post you legally have to drink some water. self-care time bitch. consider this a threat.
Hate hate hate how when I get angry there is a physical reaction but it's not glowing eyes or growing claws or something it's crying. This feels unfair.
(Image description: ten square pride flags with white text that reads "you'll never have the comfort of our silence again".)
The flags are the intersex inclusive progress pride, trans, leather, genderqueer, bisexual, pansexual, gay man, lesbian, intersex, and nonbinary flags.
These are inspired by this post, an image of a sign taken at an anti-Anita Bryant protest in 1978.
pro tip: you can rewatch your favorite media again
i hate nerves and anxiety. oh nooo i am scared of acting like a weird bitch to remedy this i will act like a weird bitch
elias deserves to get dragged around on shenanigans too
Jason and Thalia's voices are convincing. Authoritative. You want to listen. You want to follow. They're the leaders. They know best. They make the rules, and you will listen and obey, even as those rules and orders coax you to your death.
Percy's voice is beckoning. You didn't even know you wanted what he promises but you do. You walk to the edge of the water. You walk into the sea. You walk until the water lifts over your head. You walk and walk and walk, until you drown.
Hazel and Nico's voices are split. Sometimes they sound like a dear departed friend. The mimicry is spotless down to the silly little quirks your grandma spoke with.
And sometimes they change you. They speak and it changes the fabric of your very soul. Kill your friends, they whisper as you hold a sword to their necks. Kill yourself. And you do. When you die, there is no awakening. You wanted and you did. You never even notice you changed.
Like the idea of the big three changing physically when they use the full force of their powers. Thalia and Jason glow as static and electricity ripples off their body. It always starts in their eyes first, the sharp burst of lightning in their sockets. When they speak, it trembles the desire to obey through everyone's minds, drawing enemies to their knees to strike. The wind burns, yanks, and pulls, a myriad of storms all blistered into one.
Nico's veins turn black as shadows leak from his body. Hazel glistens like gold, her hands melting the substance from her palms. Both them seem to go almost translucent as their bones become that much more apparent, but still they're solid and firm. The air around them growing as cold as the dead.
Weirdly Percy never seems to change when he goes all out. No one can tell why. They assume it's because Percy doesn't really use his powers as much. He tends to rely on his sword and that's fine.
But then a giant monster emerges from the ocean on a hot, hot day, when everyone is trying to cool off at the beach and they finally see it. The cracks in his body glittering like scales. His teeth sharpening like a shark. The way he fights, a hurricane, devastating and overwhelming. His skin is near frozen, like the deep deep sea. His eyes glow bright and hypnotizing. His voice is like a siren song as he shouts for people to run.
He was never in his element before, they realize when the fight is over and the changes melt off him like water. The sky, the air, death - it's everywhere. But the ocean is too specific.
And for that they're grateful.
im in so much physical pain i might died
disgusting evil bastard muscle
the stingray
It's always Leo Valdez and his wise words.
obsessed with villains who you just KNOW are aware deep down in their heart that they've done something unforgivable, but the only way to never admit that or face the guilt is to keep doing it over and over again until they don't feel guilty about that first time anymore
"Doomed by the narrative" is sexy and all but i think the narrative wanting to save a character who is utterly set on dooming themselves isnt as much of a thing and it's so good as a concept
ohhhh ok your having a hard time with some vague feelings? oh and its like this stickman covered in blood. thats nice dear
I love you grandmother who helped me pin a trans flag to my battle vest, I love you leather daddies checking on us, I love you trans dykes driving the forklift loaded with water and ice, I love you queer kids in your renfair outfits, I love you faggot punks sizing up the cops, I love you drag queens laughing in the dressing room, I love you i love you I love you I love y