very good lord

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Nico: Reyna, why are the guys texting me pick-up lines? Even, Valdez.
Reyna: Oh gods, I told them not to disturb you! Those hungry wolves—
Nico: HOLY HADES, REYNA WHERE ARE YOU GOING—??!!

Older Nico! Puberty was good to him and he doesn’t know the effect he’s causing. The constant whispers of “That’s Nico di Angelo. The Son of Hades. Prince of the Underworld. The friggin bloody Ghost King. Heard he survived Tartarus. All. By. HIMSELF!” when he passes by–completely oblivious to everything. He just came back from his long stay at the Underworld so he visited Camp Jupiter only to be flooded by messages, and he’s so confused. He has no idea how kids flirt these days. Bless his old soul. Based on this.

In Memory of the Elves

They have shed their blood to defend this land

They have given everything they had to give

They sacrificed so much

For they loved Middle Earth

They loved the peace after the war

But in time, all evil things come forth

Some things must end

Even after thousands of years, endings still must come

But there was hope for the Eldar and to the Sea they went

Paths will always lead home, even for the fairest of folk

I bid you all a very fond farewell 

Namarië

Imagine Being Star-Lord’s Daughter and Wanting To Pet Rocket

Originally posted by jiggyjord

Originally posted by hawkeyeballs

“Hey, hey!!!” Peter looked back into the Milano behind him to see his daughter, Y/N, trying to pet Rocket as he lounged in his seat.

“Watch the fur, kiddo!” he cried.

“But you’re so soft, Uncle Rocket!” you said, brushing a hand over his head anyway.

“I ain’t no stuffed toy!”

“Of course not,” you said as matter-of-factly as a five-year-old child could. “You’re a raccoon!”

“Raccoon? What’s a raccoon? Why has nobody told me what the hell a raccoon is yet?” Peter chuckled to himself as he watched, and he turned back around to face the front of the ship again.

“What’re you laughing about, Quill? What the hell is a raccoon? Freakin’ Terrans…”

(For @soccer-love-life-n-randomthingz​)

I think one of the most important things I learned growing up is to just shut up, just don’t actually say anything, when I’m not familiar with the issue being debated. Like, it’s okay to not have an opinion when you don’t have enough information. It’s okay to say, “I don’t know much about this topic really, so I’ll have to get back to you after I learn more.” Really, half-baked conclusions based on misinformed assumptions benefit nobody.