although half of these are almost dresses

It’s a Percy Jackson Halloween!

  • It’s after the war with Gaia and Camp Half-Blood holds a Halloween party (costumes are mandatory)
  • Annabeth, as she does every year for Halloween, dresses up as Hermione Granger 
  • Although she did consider changing things up and going as a classic Sherlock Holmes, but decided to stick with tradition
  • Percy, being an awesome boyfriend, lets Annabeth talk him into going as Harry Potter (after all they both have dark hair and green eyes)
  • The characters might not be love interests, but they are best friends just like Percy and Annabeth
  • Piper goes as an almost grotesquely real looking zombie
  • The Aphrodite cabin is known for being extremely good make up artists, so Halloween was just another project for them
  • And by the looks Piper gets, her and her siblings did not fail
  • Jason, opposite to Piper, has a horrible Dracula costume
  • He wears fake plastic vampire teeth and a cheap black cape that looks hand sewn by a kindergartner 
  • Piper can’t stop laughing at him when he tries to look intimidating and says in an awful accent “I want to suck your blood”
  • Hazel, being a super fan of the show, goes as Opal from Steven Universe
  • Everyone tells her how she looks like a real gem tonight
  • Hazel can’t help but be proud of herself as her costume was all homemade, but looks almost perfect to Opal in the cartoon
  • When Frank was trying to figure out what he’d go as he suggested he’d just turn into an animal or something
  • The rest told him that was cheating and he needed an actual costume
  • So Frank shows up to the party as a cowboy
  • Hazel can’t help but blush because he looks so darn cute in his blue cowboy hat
  • Rachel and Grover team up together to wear one of those horse costumes
  • It ends up not working at all and they trip at least every five minutes
  • It makes a great story though
  • Reyna went, surprisingly, as a princess
  • But not a pink, poofy dress kind of princess
  • I’m talking like an actual Renaissance princess dress
  • Last, but not least is Nico
  • Nico goes to the party without a costume
  • Will, who’s dressed as a punk rock star, lectures Nico on how it’s a costume party
  • Needless to say, at the end of the party Nico’s begrudgingly wearing a set of blue and pink, sparkly fairy wings 
Anxiety

(Part 2)

**Read Part 1 **

~trigger warning~ 

Summary: After your panic attack, Shawn checks up on you.

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 A half an hour later, I turn off the water, dry myself off and get dressed. I towel dry my hair so its not dripping water although its still really wet. I crawl into bed, thoroughly exhausted, not even caring about my hair because I don’t have the energy for that.

When I wake up, I check my phone to see its past four in the afternoon. I slept for over two hours and Shawn had texted me almost an hour ago. I take a few minutes to wake up more before hitting facetime on his contact.

“Hey y/n!”

“Hi.” I think he’s in a car.

“Did you just wake up?” I just nod instead of answering. “You feeling better?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re on our way back to the hotel.” He tells me. “We just finished having dinner.”

I can tell there are a lot of people in the car, and he can’t exactly step away from them to talk to me. And I’m not really in the mood for people looking at me or hearing what I’m saying, I just want to talk to Shawn. And I know that Shawn’s going to want to talk about what happened earlier. He won’t bring it up now with all these people around, but I know that’s what he really wants to talk about.

“Do you want to just call me back when you get to the hotel?” I offer.
“Yeah, I’ll do that. Love you, y/n. I’ll call you back soon.”

“Love you too, bye.”

“Bye babe.”

I check the time again. I was supposed to meet a friend for dinner, but I think I’m going to cancel. I think I’m going to spend the evening just in my bed, probably talking to Shawn for most of it. I also was supposed to show up to a meeting for one of the organizations I’m a part of here on campus, but I know they won’t miss me much, and also I’m not at all in the mood for that tonight. I text my friend that I’m not feeling well, and I’m really sorry but I have to cancel our dinner plans, then I text the president of the org to let her know I won’t be attending the meeting tonight.  

Less than ten minutes later, my phone starts ringing signaling Shawn is trying to facetime me.

I accept it and his face fills the screen. “Hi babe.” I say.

“Hey, how was your nap?” He’s sitting on a couch in his hotel room now.

“It was alright, how did rehearsals go?”

“They went great! The show is really coming together. I’m happy with where it’s at and I know its going to be even better by the time we’re finished with it.” The way his eyes light up when he talks about performing is one of the things that makes me the happiest. Especially after a really good show, or a day in the studio that was productive or like today when rehearsals go well and he’s really starting to see how great it can be. It makes me so happy to see that he’s doing what he loves. He makes me happy. I guess that’s something that’s hard to understand about me. I have a hard time understanding myself sometimes. How can I be so filled with anxiety and fear so often, but yet I still experience happiness? If I don’t tell people that I have anxiety or that I’m sad, most of the time they really don’t know. I smile a lot, you would never know by just looking at me the extent to which I feel every single day. But that’s just kind of how life is. You never really know what other people are going through by just looking at them.

“I’m so glad to hear that.” I say, my smile mirroring his.

“What are your plans for tonight? You were supposed to meet Amanda for dinner right? And go to that meeting?” He actually listens to me when I talk. It’s surprising sometimes. Or he could have just looked at the calendar that we both put all our important things on so that we know what we’re doing. That’s probably more likely.

“Yeah, but I’m not going to. I texted to cancel because I think I just need some time.”

“Okay, that’s good. I’m glad you did that. Can we talk about it?”

“We’re going to anyway.”

“We don’t have to talk about it right now if you don’t want to.”

“We can talk about it.”

“Okay, why didn’t you call me? When it started?”

“Because I just didn’t want to bother you.”

“You don’t bother me. You know that. I’d much rather stop what I’m doing if I can if it means that you don’t have to go through all of that.”

“It’s just that I already called you so much and I knew that you had rehearsals so I just didn’t want to keep on bothering you.”

“You don’t bother me, y/n. I love you, the worst thing for me is knowing you’re going through that and you don’t feel like you can come to me. I’m your boyfriend. I’m always here for you, no matter what’s going on.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I’m not there now.”

“It’s okay, lets not get into this tonight.” I’m talking about the conversation where we both get really sad because we are doing this long distance thing because of his job and my college. Neither of us can just stop our lives to be with the other person even if we want to sometimes. And talking about it and being sad about it doesn’t help the situation at all.

“Yeah,” He pauses, thinking maybe. Then he says, “I don’t want to ask, because I don’t think I really want to know, but I need to know, what level was it?”

He’s talking about my panic attack and the highest number on the scale that I felt at any point during it. That’s how we measure the severity, along with how long it lasts. I don’t want to answer. I don’t want him to know. He knows it was bad, but actually having to tell him how bad it really was just doesn’t seem like something I want to do.

I don’t answer him for a while, battling with myself on whether I should tell him the truth or not.

“Y/n, I need to know. Please, don’t lie to me.”

Alright, well there goes that idea. It comes out softer than I intend, “ten.”

“What?”

“Ten.” I manage to say a little louder this time.

He closes his eyes for a minute, just absorbing the information.

“I’m sorry.” He says when he opens his eyes.

“Don’t be sorry. You didn’t cause it. And I feel better now, I promise.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” I repeat myself because I know he needs to be reassured.

The facetime gets paused so I know he’s looking at his phone. “Okay,” He says. I don’t have anything to say, so the silence falls between us for a few seconds. Then he says, “I’m going to make you an appointment to see Dr. Jacobs. The meds aren’t working and you can’t keep doing this.”

The screen is still paused. “I know, but Shawn I just don’t have time for this right now.”

He comes back onto the facetime so I can see his face again and he can see mine. “I know you’re busy. We’re both busy. But this is important. I’ll call her tomorrow. Hopefully she can fit you in this Thursday. It’s soon, and I just have to move one thing and I can fly in for the appointment.”

“Absolutely not, Shawn. You’re not flying here for that.”

“You don’t want to see me?”

“Don’t go there. You know that’s not true. But it’s ridiculous, not to mention expensive. You have so much going on right now, you are not flying over here for my doctors appointment.”

“Will you go, even if I don’t come?”

“I’ll go. I promise, okay? And I can make my own appointment.”

“Good, and I know you can. But just let me do it for you, babe. Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it tomorrow morning. I’ll look at the calendar and try to make it for a time you wont have to miss anything.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What are your plans for tonight.”

“Hanging out with you of course.” He says, a smile spreading across his face.

“Lets watch a movie!” I say, leaning over to grab my laptop. After I grab it, I can see Shawn moving around his room to grab his as well. I also get up to get my chargers. It takes us a few minutes to get situated and another ten minutes to finally agree on a movie, but then I get to spend the rest of the evening with him, even though we’re so far apart. And even though I miss him like crazy, even though I’m still a little uneasy from everything that happened today and everything I know I still have to deal with, in this moment, with him, it feels like things might be alright after all.

I think I came across this picture yesterday as well. But for today, it’s definitely the “Photo of the day”.

Our dear Marie!

Look how stylish and cool this woman looks, in such a casual outfit. Half of us probably dress, more or less, like this, because this is how everyone looks like everyday.

The most attractive fact in this photo for me are these shoes. You know that heart popping out of the eyes emoji, yeah, those were my expressions after seeing this picture. Although I’ve seen pictures of Marie wearing these shoes from the 80s (and this one is also a late 80s picture), but some how, this is just fantastic.

Almost everyone has a pair of these Converse sneakers, particularly by “All Star”. Some wear black, some wear blue, some wear Red. These are probably the best everyday shoes to ever get designed in my opinion. I mean, they’ve never been out of fashion, ever!!

And here we have Marie, nailing her look with these shoes, hell yeah!!

Yayyy for Converse.

Have a wonderful weekend.

Love and Peace
11/3/2017