i'm not that creative okay

every pjo social media / phone edit i see is gorgeous but why are y'all acting as if he’d only be texting the seven when in reality he’d prob be texting grover, clarisse, the stolls, or literally any other friend he’s had for five+ years while he’s known the seven for a lil over one now lmao alright

*GIF is not mine*


Request: 5 with Dean Winchester please xx - anonymous 

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Warnings: Mentions of sex, language 

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 5. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it." 

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Character Aesthetics: Sylvie Roux

“And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me”
I can’t help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?”

Hades is in love with a girl who has innocence in her walk.
She has flowers growing from her pores and always smiles when the weather changes.
Hades is in love with a girl who needs space and he understandably gives it to her.
Hades smiles when he looks at her. His teeth are rotting out but his heart is finally melting.
He does not know the word “gentle”.
But he is trying to learn.
He is trying to learn for the girl who makes the rain fall and has sunlight flowing from her dress.
He knows he will have to destroy her in order to be what she needs.
Hades lives in a world of darkest fears and she is not afraid.
When Hades saw Persephone, his heart crumbled into pomegranate seeds.
He dug them out,
Smuggled them past the spaces of his ribcage and handed them over.
Persephone swallowed them whole.
They took root in the pit of her stomach.
She sunk her fingers into her skin and squeezed.
Juices ran red like the Nile down her holy wrists.
Hades felt the knife twist in the center of his shadow chest.
She smiled and she knew her fate.
Hades is dark enough to see her light and he revels in it.
Persephone softly kisses the snow because she knows even the coldest things need love.
Her lips are hot enough to turn that ice into rain; that rain into plants.
Her love feeds us.
—  She does not know winter. Only that she is the reason for it.

Text posts & Enlightenment, my favorite Classic Who episode (so far).

Sorry I’ve been a little distant recently, friends. Aside from life in general just being busy due to the season and winter break, The Kid’s preschool sent us the gift of an upper respiratory infection this holiday season. So we’re all sick! Again.

Then with the news and my computer finally giving up, I’ve just been spending a lot of time offline. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it means I get a lot of asks wondering if I’m alright. I’m okay. I’d let you all know if that weren’t the case.

I promise if I ever plan to take a sabbatical, I’ll let you all know ahead of time.

Today, I woke up and I took a deep breath and I watched the sunlight pour in from my window and I told myself I was going to be okay and for the first time since you left I believed it, I really did.
—  I See the Light // lily rose.

You were born on a day that only exists when nobody is around to experience it.
The cries from your purple lungs left the world breathless and hazy.
The sky was something red and I am sure it was a metaphor for a line I cannot put into words.

The world turns and you blink and the world curses at humanity and you make a fist with your half broken hands.

You have a way of making salt taste like sugar.

Of making stone melt in your presence; of making me melt in your presence.

What I know of heartbreak is this:
When somebody does not love you any longer,
Memories turn into sand that will always collapse when it is held too tightly.

When somebody does not love you any longer,
It forces darkness into sea salt eyes and robs the mind of oxygen.

What I know of heartbreak is this:
Space is a realm where time is not experienced.
A reality is different in the hearts of every being.

But you.
You made time stand still
The way you said my name slid out like the harshest venom from the serpents mouth.
I caught it in my hands; that poison.
I refused my heart to rid my memory of that moment.
Even if that means I am forever caught in your blinking eyes.
Even if that means I am forever a memory in your half broken hands.

—  your voice makes the fall so tender.
“piano jam” theory

okay so, first of all, i’m absolute trash, and i know way too much about mcr, but also….

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The new series is finally here! I’m terrified & excited at the same time! I hope you guys enjoy it. Please feel free to let me know what you want me to talk about in future videos. xo