My name is Percy Jackson. I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York. Am I a troubled kid? Yeah. You could say that.
I wish I could put into words how much I adore joji and how proud I am of him for bein out here and makin an even bigger name for himself and creating such dope content and music while still being a genuinely lovely person but I don’t kno how to properly convey any emotion ever so i’ll just lay here and listen to the entirety of pink season for the millionth time while staring at my ceiling in awe
I love literally every aspect of The Adventure Zone but the one thing that truly cemented it as one of the greatest things I’ve ever experienced is the way it describes love between people outside the parameters of romantic or familial ties. The whole ‘our capacity to love’ speech that Griffin decks us in the face with so beautifully describes a concept which I have struggled to articulate for years; the idea that we are capable of feeling something towards another person that transcends the normal bounds of romance, friendship or family, and the definition of what we traditionally consider ‘love’, something that is so genuine and unconditional and strong that it can last a whole century and, I suspect, be powerful enough to Save The Universe™. Of all the places to find this concept so wonderfully described TAZ was nowhere near my first guess, and I was genuinely floored by that monologue. Multiple times this story has had me close to tears but nothing got me quite as hard as that speech. It’s both an incredibly strong concept and a beautifully poetic notion that has resonated with me for an incredibly long time, and I am so sincerely grateful that I now have that monologue in my heart for the next time I need to explain these emotions.
I just want to take a moment to talk about what Pirates of The Caribbean movies mean to me.
These movies are my whole life and I am very emotionally attached to them.I remember being 7 years old anxiously waiting to see The Curse of The Black Pearl on the tv for the first time cause I was too young to go and see it at the cinema.
These movies literally have followed all stages of my life
First 3 came out when I was at the primary school and I was literally crazy about them.I remember having the first one on videotape and I also remember that when I finally got At world’s End I was watching it at least 2 times a day.
Then the 4th one came out when I was a teenager and now the 5th one comes out when I am a university student.
I just feel so many things about this franchise cause I literally grew up with it.There are no other franchises that I feel that way about.I mean,I adore Harry Potter,Lord of The Rings and Star Wars but I appreciated them after I was 15 or so.But POTC will always have my heart.
Sorry for the emotional rant I just felt the need to share it with you!
A popular question that writers seem to get is “what made you want to be a writer?” and the answer is usually about having passion for it and using it as a creative outlet.
I remember being in my teenage years and reflecting on my life a lot. I didn’t have the easiest childhood and I actually had a lot of experiences that most people thankfully don’t have. I haven’t had the easiest early adulthood either. And because of this, I often saw myself as someone who was broken. Reading was an escape for me and finding characters that I was able to relate to became a sort of salvation. I saw these characters rise up from their experiences and become strong, empowered, and unapologetic. I was able to realize that character development was a real thing, that it was something that turned even the unlikeliest characters into heroes.
And suddenly I wanted to be written about. I wanted someone to notice me, to take a look and say “this is a girl who has been through hell. I can write about her.” I wanted my tragedies to be spilled, to show the world how cruel people could be and how things could be torn apart. I wanted someone to write about the fierceness I still held against injustice and the kindness that I still carried in my heart despite it. I wanted my soft soul to be written, not as something fragile and weak but as something warm and full of strength. I wanted to be written, not as a perfect character, but as a real one. As someone who was very much imperfect, who still made mistakes along the way, who cried in frustration, who still felt alone in the middle of the night, but also someone who made their best effort to be a shoulder to cry on for others, who did their best to help when they could, who took negativity and tried to turn it into something much more beautiful.
For years I just wanted to be a girl others wrote about.
And one day I realized that I was wasting my time waiting. Why wait for someone to write about me when I could turn myself into a story? When I could take everything I’ve been through and share it with the world myself? I found my peace in taking my demons and turning them into words where they could no longer cause me heartache the same way. I found my sanity at the beach, sitting with a small journal and a pen and writing about a boy I loved as the waves played with the shore. I found inspiration in small snippets of emotions written on the back of chinese takeout napkins. I took my writing everywhere I went, sometimes in journals, other times simply as notes on my phone. I am so full of love and emotions and I own my story.
Because I’ve felt everything. I have felt every heartache, every frustration, every single moment I have wanted to scream. I have felt every burst of happiness and every single moment of tranquility. I know how my mind works, why I made decisions I’ve made, and how they’ve made me who I am. And so I stopped waiting to be written about by others.