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Yellow by Coldplay ⚡️

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on soulmates

f. scott fitzgerald / friedrich nietzsche / florence and the machine / andrea dworkin / kiersten white / euripides / audre lorde / phillip pullmann / bob hicok

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rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?

this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it

because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company

at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

it’s an even sum, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 

but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy

to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in

in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me

and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding

i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea

and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials

a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss

in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 

i was in the darkness, so darkness i became

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by Louise Dolan

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A thing I love to remember is that, gods just want you to try.

Apollo doesn't care if your voice cracks, if you play too loudly, if you mess up in your music. If you made mistakes in your drawings, if you dance like a penguin because you're just learning. He sees you trying and it's enough. It's made with passion, love, efforts, and He doesn't ask for more because you're doing your best and he loves it.

Aphrodite sees you telling yourself you're beautiful, trying to take care of you, and it's okay if it's hard to believe it. She knows you try to love yourself and She's proud of you for that.

Hestia is aware that it's hard in your family, and in your friendships, but your efforts to make it better are seen and approved. Maybe you can't save this relationship, but you tried and She knows that you did your best.

Demeter knows you are not really good at cooking, and maybe you burned your cake, but it's made with your heart and She couldn't ask for more.

They just- all the gods are proud of you. Because you try. And that's enough.

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can you even imagine being the villain chef in ratatoullie. like you’re running this restaurant and its not doing too well since the last chef, this world famous cook, died of sadness a few years back. you’re franchising the restaurant overseas and it’s not really helping your restaurant’s reputation but at least you can keep it open and make some money.

but then like, this mess of a guy shows up and he’s got a letter that says he’s the son of the previous chef and owns the business. the statue of limitations for the will, which makes you the official owner, passes in a few weeks and this guy is showing up right now, after years of you running the place. you hide this information in the hope that the deadline will pass and your life won’t be ripped to shreds by this. 

and the same night he’s hired (by your staff, without your permission), a rat shows up. you have the new guy kill it because the last thing you need to deal with is a health code violation. but it doesn’t go away. You start to see it everywhere, like a ghost. in the kitchen. on the street. probably in your dreams. You see it’s shadow out of the corner of your eye, and it’s always with the new guy, like he and the rat are plotting together. it’s a symbol of all your fears and anxieties. You try to prove that you’re not crazy, but nothing comes of it. And like, just when you’re starting to accept that you are, in fact, hallucinating, you go into your office, and you see this

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the signs as latin phrases

thanks to @ravendcr​

aries: vulneror, non vincor / i am wounded, not defeated.

taurus: sit sine spina / let it be without thorns.

gemini: viresco et surgo / i flourish and rise up

cancer: cadenti porrigo dextram  / i reach out my hand to the man who’s falling

leo: alis aspicio astra / rising on my wings, I gaze at the stars

virgo: volando reptilia sperno / as I fly, I scorn creeping things

libra: dum vivo, spero / so long as I live, I hope

scorpio: ex urna resurgam / i shall rise up again from the funeral urn

sagittarius:

optima sperando, spiro  / by hoping for the best, I breathe

capricorn: audio, sed taceo / i I listen, but am silent

aquarius: cadenti porrigo dextram / i reach out my hand to the man who’s falling

pisces: lumen caeleste sequamur / let us follow the heavenly light

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I have this headcannon that will solace looks like a renaissance painting and it drives nico InSaNEeee

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one quote//four lockscreens - the song of achilles

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Ghostly gods- Solangelo week gods/mortal

It was a strange occasion- two gods were expected to arrive at Camp Half Blood to help manage it, although they sounded like polar opposites so nobody was particularly looking forwards to the occasion. Plus gods were usually jerks. Chiron hadn’t told them much about the gods, other than the fact that he was proud to have mentored them once and the fact that one was a child of Apollo and one was a child of Hades. Everybody was gathered by Half Blood Hill, dressed in their orange tshirts but still attempting to appear smartly and neatly. The god of sunshine, comfort, and recovery was going to be the first to arrive- followed by the god of shadows, mourning and acceptance. Chiron had managed to settle the nervous demigods- although they still talked amongst themselves and speculated.

They found it strange that the ghost that haunted the Hades cabin wasn’t there- or at least, who they thought was a ghost. A young boy who would sometimes appear in the darkest shadows whenever young demigods went exploring in there. Sometimes they’d spot the boy standing near the campfire, talking to Hestia, or in the infirmary when a patient would pass.

In fact, two boys usually appeared when a patient passed. The first boy seemed to glow and radiate care, and he’d always sit besides the dying patient and hold their hand, gently singing soothing lullabies. Then the ghost boy would appear from the shadows and pray to Hades for their safe passage through the Underworld, and he’d sit with the mourning campers. The glowing boy seemed just as ghostly as the first, but in a different way. Whilst the black haired boy would fade into the shadows, the blond boy would fade into the light. Sometimes he’d be seen coaxing the other ghost boy out of the shadows, following him and leaving sunflowers by the door to the Hades cabin. Neither boy was there today, and the camp had to admit that they were slightly disheartened by their absence.

The camp soon fell silent as a chariot became visible- it was hard to miss, white adorned in intricate gold mandalas shaped into suns. Two pegasi pulled the chariot- pure white with golden manes and tails, a warm yellow glow around both. The chariot passed through camp boarders and slowly came to a stop by the old pine tree- it had always been called Thalia’s tree- they’d only learned today from the Huntress herself why. The campers awaited nervously for the god to step out of the chariot- they assumed this must be the god of sunshine, comfort and recovery. They expected the god to be clad in white and gold, perhaps with wings and a halo. Instead, a man who appeared to be in his early twenties stepped out, promptly tripping up when his flip flop snagged on a rock. He quickly stood and brushed himself off, turning to face the demigods with a fond smile. He wore khaki shorts with a green scrub top underneath an open lime green flannel shirt and a yellow lab coat with a sunflower pin badge with neon orange flip flops. He had striking cobalt blue eyes, although on closer inspection they were a gradient, from royal blue to cobalt to cerulean to azure to sky blue on the innermost parts of the iris, ice blue flecks throughout. He had short golden blond hair, thick bouncy curls cascading down just past the top of his ears, highlights of gold that seemed too golden to be natural yet they were, the sunlight radiating from his soft curls. Pale skin tanned a healthy bronze hue, sunlight reflecting off his cheekbones as though he wore highlighter, which he didn’t. A constellation of light brown freckles dusted across his nose and cheekbones like you could play a melodic symphony from the patterns weaving across his cheeks. He looked like an older version of the blond ghost boy.

“Hi,” he began, “I’m William Solace, god of sunshine, comfort and recovery, but you can just call me Will. I used to go here when I was a young demigod, I’m a son of Apollo. I was head medic for a while, I fought in both Titan wars and I was around back when Apollo was turned mortal for a while. You’ve probably seen me around camp, I come here a lot. Please, don’t be afraid to approach me, I’ll always try to find time for you, even if you just need a hug, I’m here. Anyway, I’ll introduce myself properly once the god of shadows, mourning and acceptance arrives and we’re around the campfire.”

So, the god- Will- was the blond ghost boy they’d seen around camp. He radiated comfort- Solace was a fitting name for him, it seemed. Even now, stood before them as a god, he dressed so casually- some may argue badly- that he seemed approachable. Something about his serene and relaxed posture and his warm smile made you want to hug him, because he looked like he could heal your soul with a hug and a few kind words. He seemed to glow, like sunshine radiated off him.

It wasn’t long before the warmth seemed to fade- the ground frosted and withered from afar, creeping closer in darkened shadows as a fissure ripped open- they would have screamed and ran if it wasn’t for the calm radiating from the blond god. Large bones began to emerge from the fissure, rolling over each other until they began to form skeletal hellhounds, tendrils of darkness swirling and wrapping around each other to form a chariot of shadows and bones. The camp waited in fearful anticipation until eventually the shadows began to form a vaguely human shape, slowly forming a more solid figure as they moved to stand beside Will. The shadows snaked away in tendrils, slithering back to the chariot to reveal the god of shadows, mourning and acceptance. He wore a long black leather trenchcoat, thick silver chains forming a trellis on the back, pulling it to fit snugly around the god’s waist. It reached to mid calf, but the collar was a thick brown fleece, like an aviator’s jacket. He wore a black tshirt, a fractured skull pierced by a dagger with blood dripping, a ghastly blue snake wrapped around it and peering from the eye socket, mouth open and dripping venom ready to strike, blue roses completing the tattoo-style design. The god wore black ripped jeans, plaid with red, purple and green. His boots were chunky leather, up to mid calf and laced loosely, the laces passing through the soles, purple leather flames at the toes and heels, inch thick soles with metal plates, and buckles partway up with a new rock metal logo on the tongues. A gold metal chain with skulls forged into the metal was threaded through his belt loops, from which a stygian iron sword hung, glowing a faint but ominous purple. The god’s eyes were dark brown, like brown glass, but they seemed to be woven with flecks of gold and red and green, only visible in sunshine. His hair was ebony, thick waves falling past his jaw and a fluffy fringe partially covering his eyes. He wore a silver skull ring, on his left hand on the middle finger, although a purple gemstone, most likely amethyst, formed the top of the skull. He was deathly pale, a slight olive undertone just about the only sign that he wasn’t a ghost.

“Nico di Angelo,” the god introduced, curtseying out of politeness, offering a rather unsettling lopsided smile, “the Ghost King, son of Hades and god of shadows, mourning and acceptance. I'll be joining Mr Solace as a camp director, although you have most likely seen me around camp near Cabin 13."

So this god was the other ghost boy. It seemed strange- the other ghost boy was so much more youthful, emo at most, more mysterious than completely terrifying like the god stood before them. This god radiated death, literally- the grass died under his feet, but he had a sombre aura about him, like he was mourning. The shadows and the mourning made sense, although a few demigods were sure this god was more intimidating than Hades himself. It only occurred to them why he was the god of acceptance when he moved to hook his thumb in his jeans' pocket, exposing a rainbow bandana at his hip where his sword hung, and a small heart rainbow pride pin on his tshirt.

Nobody spoke or dared to move, sure that the two opposing gods would spend their time at camp arguing heatedly. It wasn't until Will produced a sunflower from his pocket and handed it to Nico that people remembered how the two gods interacted in the form of the ghost boys. Nico brought the flower up and inhaled the scent, a light pink tint spreading across his cheeks as he closed his eyes for a second, smiling as he tucked the flower into one of his pockets, next to a silver exposed clockwork pocket watch. Will beamed, reaching out to take Nico's hand- and that's when everybody noticed the marital bands on their hands, identical black Celtic knots, a single round cut diamond in the centre. Except the diamonds were both a yellow half and a white half- it was clear that there had originally been two diamonds, one yellow for Will and one white for Nico, cut rounded then split in half so that both men had a single stone set in the middle of their rings- half yellow and half white. The two gods were married.

The camp couldn't wait to learn all about the gods' lives, to get to know the couple, hear how they fell in love and why they became gods. It was turning out to be the start of something amazing for Camp Half Blood.

@solangeloweek

(I'm tempted to turn this into a longer fic)

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What if Percy Jackson had became a god in The Last Olympian?

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Percy Jackson is sixteen when he accepts Zeus’s proposal

He looks at Annabeth

Athena glares at him

He wants to cry out I’m sorry

But instead he just smiles and thanks the king of the gods

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Percy Jackson is seventeen when he talks to Grover

“What’s it like?”

To see everyone age around you

“Weird” is the reply

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Percy Jackson is eighteen when the giants attack

He isn’t affected by the split personality disorder that the other gods are facing

He helps the seven demigods defeat Gaia and her minions

But it just reminds him of what he isn’t anymore

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Percy Jackson is nineteen when he goes into the woods looking for a monster to fight

They all cower in fear of the god standing before them

He doesn’t understand why at the time

He is unarmed

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Percy Jackson is twenty-one when Annabeth tells him she can’t be with him like this

She says she loves him

But she still walks out of the cabin

He doesn’t run after her

He knows he chose this life

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Percy Jackson is twenty-three when the sea creatures and horses stop calling him the son of Poseidon

But rather the god of the waves

They don’t worship him any longer

They just fear him

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Percy Jackson is twenty-six when he stops coming to Camp Halfblood

This place that was once his home is now a stranger to him

The kids keep getting younger and younger

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Percy Jackson is twenty-nine when Thalia comes to him

“This is only the beginning” she says

She would know

She’s been fifteen for over two decades

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Percy Jackson is thirty-two when his mom gets cancer

It runs in the family

He uses his new powers to heal her

He finally thinks maybe he made the right decision

Paul never looks him in the eye again

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Percy Jackson is thirty-five when Nico dies on a quest

He could have saved him

He promised to save him

He doesn’t even find out until Grover sends him a letter

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Percy Jackson is thirty-eight when he goes to live on Mount Olympus

The gods there despise him

He doesn’t care

He has to be with his own kind

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Percy Jackson is forty-one when his mom dies

It was a plane crash

She was going to a book signing

He was too late

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Percy Jackson is forty-four when Annabeth marries a man named Felix

They are so in love

So happy

He burns the wedding invitation

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Percy Jackson is forty-six when Clarisse calls for help

She is cornered by a monster

She knows she has no other option

She prays to him

He doesn’t hear

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Percy Jackson is fifty when Medusa is reincarnated

She thirsts for his blood

When he goes to meet her

He doesn’t even have to try

He keeps her head as a souvenir

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Percy Jackson is fifty-five when Annabeth dies

He hears her screams from Olympus

It was spiders

Her nine-year-old son is all alone

And his name is Perseus

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Percy Jackson is fifty-six when he creates his first real hurricane

It ravages the entire east coast

He doesn’t care

Even his father is worried

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Percy Jackson is fifty-seven when his brother won’t talk to him anymore

Tyson lost friends in the hurricane

Heroes

Percy laughs at him harshly

“Why should I care?”

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Percy Jackson is sixty-one when Grover dies while trying to put out a forest fire

He died saving the lives of hundreds of dryads

He becomes an iris

Percy’s storm destroys the tiny plant

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Percy Jackson is sixty-eight when monsters break the magical barriers surrounding Camp Halfblood

Less than half the former population is left after the attack

He supposes he could have saved them

But why?

They’re only puny heroes

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Percy Jackson is seventy-three when he raids Dionysus’s stores and gets drunk

He wonders along the streets of New York City

Everything is so different now

A pretty mortal girl sees him and offers to take him home

He has no home

But no one has smiled at him like that in so long

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Percy Jackson is seventy-four when his daughter is born

He is long gone by then

The next time he sees either of them is when he claims her

The symbol that flashes over her head is a broken sword

Chiron gasps

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Percy Jackson is eighty-six when he first meets his daughter for real

She has no interest in meeting the man that abandoned her and her mother

She yells at him

Blames him

He knows she’s right

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Percy Jackson is eighty-seven when his daughter is killed

By a boar

Ares always did have a grudge against him

She goes to Elysium

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Percy Jackson is ninety-five when he meets Chiron on Halfblood Hill

“How do you do it?” he asks

“Every day I try to honor their memories

So that they didn’t die in vain”

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Percy Jackson is ninety-six when he walks to the middle of the woods

He writes down all the names

The people he has loved and lost

The people who have been lost on his watch

The people who he killed

Every single one of them

He sits there writing for over two days straight

Then he puts all the names into a jar

And buries it

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Percy Jackson is one-hundred and two when Thalia Grace dies on the Hunt

She was the one person he thought would be with him when everyone else was gone

He is so alone

He goes to take his frustration out on Artemis

But when he finds her she is so distraught his anger evaporates

And he is left with only his grief

He and Artemis mourn together

But she moves on

He does not

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Percy Jackson is one-hundred and three when he finally understands why Pan wanted to die

The prospect is so appealing now

Just fade away

Leave the suffering of the world

It would be so easy

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Percy Jackson is one-hundred and eighteen when the minor gods rebel again

He considers joining them

He considers joining his father and the demigods that back the major gods

But why should he

He owes no one anything

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Percy Jackson is one-hundred and thirty-seven when he goes to the underworld

It’s his first time as a god

And it’s so easy

This time he’s not trying to bring someone back

He just wants to feel death on him

To know what it’s like to be mortal and able to die

He doesn’t remember the feeling

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Percy Jackson is one-hundred and seventy-one when Zeus and Poseidon start fighting again

There was a time when he would have been in the center of the fighting

Supporting his father

Maybe leading an army

But now he just watches

The war destroys the mortals

Most of the land is nothing but rubble

People scramble to survive

He doesn’t understand how they are so weak

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Percy Jackson is two-hundred and thirteen when Camp Halfblood is destroyed for good

It’s all in flames

Like the vision he was shown by a titan many lifetimes ago

The grief he should feel isn’t there

It’s just another place

He doesn’t remember how it was once his home

That was so long ago

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Percy Jackson is two-hundred and ninety-seven when Typhon beheads Zeus

He’s hardly surprised

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Percy Jackson is four-hundred and fifty-two when he goes to sleep

He doesn’t plan to ever wake up

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Percy Jackson looks sixteen when a girl with stormy gray eyes and blonde curls finds him

She looks like someone he used to know

He can’t put his finger on it

“You drool in your sleep” she tells him

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Percy Jackson has been alive for five-hundred and seventy-eight years

And now he starts living again

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Apollo Cabin Headcanons #7

 Here we go again

- A small stage was put in the cabin for performances

- This cabin doesn’t just do music performances

- I mean full out Shakespeare on this 10ft x 10ft stage

- Oh you missed the newest season of Stranger things?

- boom full recreation of everything that happened on the stage

- Apollo insisted on yellow curtains for the windows

- (which don’t help anyone btw)

- The Apollo cabin can be easily underestimated 

- (I mean it’s hard to be intimidated by someone you saw walk out to breakfast in full Shakespearean clothing)

- However they’re powerful fighters

- And if they weren’t out there healing everyone, demigods would have shorter lifespans than they already do

- (also those free music lessons can be revoked if you mess with them)

- If you break up with an Apollo camper you better have done it kindly

- One dude was followed around by a group of them singing Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar for weeks

- Sometimes they forget that not everyone has good aim

- This results in various items being chucked from impossible distances at peoples heads

- At least they also know first aid and have ice packs on hand

Thank you guys so much! I know I haven’t done one of these in forever so here we are. I have a lot of new posts planned. I’m finally committing to the mess that is my inbox. 

Leave suggestions and your own personal head canons in my inbox because I love them and will post them if you want me to!

Shoutouts!: @finchlover​ @nikoleta112​ @death-a-n-d-rainbows @bropocalyptic​

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