SPRING FEVER
“A lot of my friends are partiers, but I’ve never really clicked with that. I like Barbra Streisand, and when was the last time you saw Babs getting, like, turnt up? That’s kind of the road that I, as a lady, would like to go down.”
thinking of how cool a percy jackson amusement park could be like the “thrill ride o’love”, an empire state building drop tower, perhaps a festus dragon rollercoaster, a poseidon water rollercoaster, a zeus swing around machine you know the ones w the chairs and you feel the wind across your face, perhaps a hades underworld coaster/ride, a shadow travel ride that’s insanely fast, a carousel with the pegasi & also a few party pony’s :’) thinking of the food there too omg the ares diner, the camp halfblood pavilion where you could get blue drinks and food the campers loved + more, the candy store that sally worked at, maybe we could get leo’s & piper’s food shack or something! an area like a museum or something where you can just learn about greek/roman history and there’s statues and sculptures but the way it’s explained is in percy’s own special way! perhaps a store where you can buy genuinely cute merch, jewelry, accessories, mayhaps an aviator jacket courtesy of nico and a leather jacket courtesy of ares (everything is affordable), and a SWORD i want a real one though i need me a stygian iron sword but like yeah that could be super cool i love amusement parks and just for fun i want madeline miller to sell greek/roman busts and medallions and her books i just wanna have the song of achilles/circe merch and i won’t apologize for that
i love how nearly every single person in PJO/HOO knows that percy is insanely beautiful - sea green eyes, dark as night hair, tan complexion, 6 ft tall, i’m assuming he has a deep & rich voice, calm yet badass demeanor, signature smirk, and i’m adding an eyebrow scar to him bc why not - we love you perseus - you kind, loyal, beautiful bastard
I live for such parallels 💗😩🥺🌞✨
LITTLE WOMEN (2017) They laced her into a sky-blue dress, which was so tight she could hardly breathe and so low in the neck that modest Meg blushed at herself in the mirror. A set of silver filagree was added, bracelets, necklace, brooch, and even earrings, for Hortense tied them on with a bit of pink silk which did not show. A cluster of tea-rose buds at the bosom, and a ruche, reconciled Meg to the display of her pretty, white shoulders, and a pair of high-heeled silk boots satisfied the last wish of her heart. A lace handkerchief, a plumy fan, and a bouquet in a shoulder holder finished her off, and Miss Belle surveyed her with the satisfaction of a little girl with a newly dressed doll. “Mademoiselle is charmante, tres jolie, is she not?”
You see, it was a woman.
He fancies you, you know.





