hannily:mine

Ok so I already head canon that Percy is sort of this enigma at school because he disappears for months on end, has been expelled from multiple previous schools, has weird scars and a tattoo, rarely talks in class, has a brooding resting face and looks like a trouble maker, and is just kinda known as this intimidating guy (but is super friendly if you actually talk to him) etc etc etc.

But I was rereading the Lightning Thief and it suddenly occurred to me that Percy could possibly have this huge rep as someone you definitely don’t want on your shit list and is seen as highly highly intimidating because now all I can imagine is some kid at his high school going “You know, Percy Jackson sounds really really familiar” and looking his name up on google or something and-

“Oh wow he was that kid that went missing with his mom a couple years ago”

“And there was nation wide man-hunt for them and he was all over the news”

“And… he fought a bus driver for control of a bus and… basically just caused this mile-long pile up to get away from his captor… who then exploded the bus”

“…And then this guy exploded the Gateway Arch. The Gateway Arch.

“And holy shit this kid finally got away from this psycho after having a shotgun-to-rifle gun battle in Los Angelos which ended in this huge explosion that destroyed five police cars oh my god”

“and hE WAS TWELVE”

“WHAT”

1D as Friends quotes

Harry: *crashing sound of an entire china set shattering on the ground* “I dropped a cup.” 

Liam: “Alright, come here, give me your feet…”

Niall: “Who called here? Did she sound blonde?? Did she have an accent??”

Louis: *sarcastic as fuck* “Ahem…Magellan? You got 46 states…”

Zayn: “HEY, they were popular when I left!”

if you have a friend with bpd or dpd or some other disorder/mental illness where they need attention and validation, please stop reading this right now and send them a text. call them. tell them you miss them. tell them you love them so much. it’ll make their day, i promise you. just a small random act of love and compassion will go such a long way for your dependent friends.

and if you have a fp/dependent/somebody you really just love and care about, and you have a mental illness or personality disorder, please tell them you love them. you probably tell them every single day that you love them, and that you miss them, but please do it for me. tell them you love them so much and make sure they know it’s fucking genuine.

He touched me in ways I didn’t know were possible


his tender hands caressing the fragile outline of my body and his sweet lips tracing the scars framing my wrists and hips


promising between each kiss that he could never love anyone else the way he loved me


and when he left me with hickies trailing from my neck down my chest I thanked him for leaving me with a constant reminder of where his lips had touched so I had proof that he still wanted me every time I doubted myself


because every so often after we would fight my fingers would graze over the red marks on my body and I would remember what it felt like to have his hands wrapped around my neck while his hazel eyes stared deep into mine


and god would I do anything for him


but I was too much for him to handle and he didn’t want to be with someone so fragile, so it was with tears and a heavy heart I whispered goodbye while choking between my cries


but he didn’t shed a tear


and I loved him, I love him, I still fucking love him


but the worst part is


I still let him tear me apart each time I finally put myself back together

—  I told you I loved you, and you told me I was being dramatic (S.D.)