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This is literally so beautiful, I’m kinda crying

“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

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OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD.

I KNOW I DID NOT JUST SPEND 15 FRUCKING MINTUES SOBBING MY EYES OUT OVER SOME STUPID ARSE BOOK WITH STUPID ARSE FICTION FRUCKING CHARACTERS THAT I-

Ok ok okokokokokokok. I almost threw “Aristotle and Dante dive into the waters of the world” across my frucking room and I’m sobbing my eyes out because I was so scared that was how it was ending and I just can’t, and I had to stop and take a minute as I’m reading the next few pages with tear filled eyes until Aristotle says “I’m going to Paris” then I was like “oh it’s all good” and I’m laughing and crying at myself and I’m just glad I finished that book at home because if I was anywhere else I still would’ve been frucking SOBBING my eyes out and that would’ve been hard to explain to passer-bys so.

I started cursing at that book and I-

That’s the hardest a book has ever made me cry and I will never be the same and I’m just so glad it didn’t end how I thought it was going to in that moment and I’m just happy it had a happy ending and I was sitting there crying saying “this better not be one of those books where it’s like “not every one has a happy ending” please don’t” “because I KNOW not everyone gets a happy ending okay? I KNOW THAT. But THEY DESERVE IT. DONT YOU DARE TAKE IT AWAY FROM THEM. PLEASE.”

Anyways. That’s it. I need to go calm down and stop crying. It scared me so bad guys it’s not even funny.

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Anyone else have or know what Misophonia is?? Because I learned what it is recently.

“A strong reaction to specific sounds.

Misophonia may cause a reaction to sounds such as dripping water, chewing, snapping gum, or repetitive noises, such as pencil tapping.

People with misophonia can become irritated, enraged, or even panicked when they hear their trigger sounds.

Treatment might involve therapy or lifestyle recommendations, such as using sound protection or creating "noise-free" zones within living spaces.

From Mayo Clinic and others”

Pencil tapping doesn’t bother me, pen clicking bothers me, but only when other people do it, not me. It’s kind of weird honestly. But chewing noises piss me off drastically, but not when I’m doing it? But sometimes when I’m chewing it feels louder then normal and then I’m like focused on it and then it bothers me and then I don’t feel like eating anymore. Anyone have this problem or it it just me?

Please someone say it’s not just me, because I’ve also learned I’ve never had any unique experiences ever and that someone out there is as crazy and weird af as I am thanks to the internet so I know someone like me is out there.

Don’t be shy.

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I recently read Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the Universe. And that was first book I’ve finished in a day in a long time so I was super happy when I read that there was a sequel which I then ordered and it came in today and I’m literally so excited I’m about almost halfway through it and all I can say is

Wow. Just wow.

It’s beautiful. It’s amazing. It’s wow.

The writing, the description, I just-

Words cannot do it justice and it just makes me so happy and I’m also screaming and crying and-

*pterodactyl screech*

Is literally all I have to say. Anyway thanks, I’m happy and literal words cannot express how wow this book is.

😭😭❤️❤️❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭😭😭❤️

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This feels so accurate oml

Halloween.

Believe it or not Nico loves Halloween. Cabin 13 has the best decorations (half are actual skeletons and spirts, but Dw. He got permission from Hades)

He loves the holiday because his the best at it. The boy will be shadow traveling all night, just little trips from corner to corner of camp and scaring the absolute shit out of everyone. Will he feel dead the next day? Yes but that’s day of the dead so, it’s all in good spirits! He looks freaky as hell… so not much different than usual.

If he is not jump scaring someone he has a huge smile on his face, because he and Will went as a couple’s costume. It’s adorable.

However for that Day Nico had to sever the attachment at the hip. Only for some portions of the night. You know how hard it is to jump scare or catch people off guard if you’re right next to your boyfriend who naturally glows? Impossible.

Children of Aphrodite also love the Holiday. Not for the scares but for the romance! Couples costumes, binging scary movies until you end up crawling in your lovers lap and making out. Drinking and showing off how hot you look in your costume, waiting for the compliments on how beautiful you are to come flooding in. It’s the best.

Some will go in a pretty costume, some in a slutty costume. Piper herself went as Marida from brave. Because all the girls wanted to go as Disney princess and they begged her to join. She gave in, but instead on Marida. Leo presided to make fun on her the whole night for how the red wig clashed with her skin color until she took said wig off and slapped him with it. The son of Hephaestus was coughing fake red hair for at least two days afterwards.

Children of Apollo also enjoy the holiday, but for different reasons. They like the artistry of it. They like dissecting horror, movies, and thrillers and slashers seeing what the recipe is and whether or not the movie was good in terms of writing and acting. They like the songs that are played thought the night. Every Halloween you can spot at least two children of Apollo at any time mumbling to themselves or out right singing “I always feel like somebody is watching meeeeee!” Nothing makes them happier than you joining in “and I got no privacy” it will make them insanely happy.

They love how creative people can get with costumes and also love how people reference art peace’s in their costumes. And buy that: any movie or book character costume is an art reference.

They love how creative the food is too. Those homemade Halloween themed food that is just normal food but is served and decorated in a way it doesn’t look it with a fake name like ‘brains’ instead of pasta.

Children of Dionysus live for Halloween. In the early hours of night when the sun is just starting to set, the younger campers had arrived when they were little or I still 12 and under go trick-or-treating from cabin to cabin and get candy from counselors or teenage campers. It’s a very adorable part of Halloween especially for the little kids that live at camp have blood that don’t have a home to go back to or parents trick-or-treat with.

But after all the little trick-or-treaters are done, they all go to a chosen cabin and they have a sleepover and they’re allowed to watch Halloween movies and eat their candy for the rest of the night.

But the big kids all head over to the Dionysus cabin once the kids are done trick-or-treating, and the Dionysus cabin throws the biggest Rager of the year on Halloween. Red Wine everywhere but they call it blood. Costume contest, party party party. In any detection you look there’s at least one couple sucking face. Drinking games. Spin the bottle. It’s absolutely crazy.

Trick-or-treat! Hermes children pick trick! They will TP every cabin they can, scare the little ones instead of give candy. There will be a prank or jump scare every day leading up to Halloween and on Halloween the tricks just intensify.

Children of Hephaestus are traders. They build the machinery needed for Hermes Cabin trickery in exchange of immunity. They also have some of the best decorations in camp because they have steam and glowing red eyes!!! They make all the decorations themselves. Cue evil laugh. It’s all mechanical dummies designed to be as scary as possible. All the robots movements are planes and calculated to scare. Voice boxes in all of them and everything. In fact there’s this whole campaign of teens that want Chiron to allow the Hephaestus cabin to make a haunted house every year. Chiron said he’d allow it if the found a building to host it. So far they haven’t. But Leo is insistent that Bunker 9 is all they need.

Almost everyone enjoys and love Halloween, except for Hunters of Artemis. The hunters of Artemis hate Halloween becuase they think the kids in costumes are targets half the time and they’ve injured multiple children in the past. They got in trouble for this so many times that Chiron forbid them from visiting on Halloween for the rest of time.

“Boo!”

Shoots arrow

“Ahhhhh! Chiron!”

“Shit that wasn’t the real madusa?!”

Children of Hades playlist 👇

Children of Aphrodite playlist 👇

Children of Apollo playlist 👇

Children of Dionysus playlist 👇

Children of Hermes playlist 👇

Children of Hephaestus playlist 👇

Hunters of Artemis playlist 👇

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I don’t know when or where or how it happened guys, but as of atleast yesterday I am now a hardcore valgrace shipper. And I will die on this ship, and they had so much potential.

Those who know, know.

Thank you.

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This 😭

yes, percy rose through the ranks of new rome disturbingly fast. no, jason did not do the same at camp half blood. yes, percy's rise to leadership at both camps took about two weeks and was completely unplanned. no, the same cannot be said for jason. his rise was carefully planned and took over a decade. they're both children of the big three, but where percy thrums with raw power, jason is a sword honed by zeus and hera. where percy is a survivor, jason is a weapon. where percy is a cycle breaker, jason can't get out. jason's fatal flaw was temptation to deliberate because he never managed to make his own choices. he was every classic definition of a hero rolled into one, and he never questioned it because his happiness came after the responsibility. jason was never going to ascend as fast as percy because jason was raised on hard work and discipline while percy, an abuse survivor and child of poverty, knew when to fight dirty. where jason was a transplant, percy was an invasive species. jason was always going to die because he was never more than a tool for the gods to throw away when he outlived his usefulness, or when he started to question his place. if someone as locked down as jason can question the system, anyone can. now that luke has put thoughts of overthrow in everyone's heads, zeus has to be very careful because while jason was expendable as his weapon, percy was unexpected in every way. zeus has no plan for him. when percy dies, he will become a martyr, so he can't die, except now everyone knows that percy doesn't want to be a god either. jason had to die, and now percy has to live.

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Hello everyone, I’ve learned something new today. How I came across this information I don’t even know. But I learned that “failed suicide” is a crime. So if you fail to off yourself, you’ll go to jail for attempted murder. So in case any of all are struggling let me tell you, it’s not worth going to jail for. Stay out of jail and stay alive.

And happy Halloween to everyone, let me know what yall are dressing up as 🫶🎃🎃👻

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Idk if I’ve said this before, (I probably haven’t) but even though there are some beautiful solangelo gems in The Sun and The Star, I don’t feel the book really did them, or any of the characters that were mentioned or seen, justice.

Like, in The Blood of Olympus, Will isn’t as….cowardly. (That’s the best word I can use to describe it) and in The Sun and The Star, he’s just not the same. And I don’t know how to explain it. Like- yall know what I’m saying right?

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Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

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So I got the TSATS book I think really close to when it first came out, it was just like the day or two after, but I don’t remember exactly, anyway, I was reading it (again) because 1 I love it and 2 because I can

And I noticed I completely forgot about when Nico said “Where’s Lil Nas X when you need him?” And Will said “who?” And then they made plans to watch the Montero video when they got back to the surface and I-

I regret being curious and watching myself okay? WHO THE HECK LET NICO WATCH THAT??????? HOW DID HE DISCOVER THAT???? I cried okay? Now I would like someone else to watch it (if you haven’t already but be warned) and make a fic of them watching it and Will’s reaction please

Yes thank you

That was all, I thought I’d share

Because I love them and I’m always up for new fanfics about them that are super fluffy because I live for Solangelo fluff okay.

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I have a question, and I really hope it doesn’t offend people because I’m not trying to, this is a genuine question (that I hope someone actually answers for me) and I might just be stupid asking this, but can trans people get pregnant? It’s just confusing to me and again, I’m not trying to offend anybody. I’m not really “educated” I guess is the word on the whole LGBTQ+ community because my family frowns upon it. And I’m curious…

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Okay, can someone like tell me what emotions you think each of the 7 demigods represent? Like in your own opinion, I know it’s random but still

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ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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You can only reblog this today or until the next Monday, June 19th, 2034.

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Yesss

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Does anyone else ever like observe people? Figure out how they work and what they’re good at. But cant for the life of them do that for themselves? Because same. I’ve become a master at matching others energy or emotion or interests that I don’t even know who I am anymore. When I’m alone I don’t feel anything. Like I don’t really matter. And Gods in heaven probably thinking “what do you mean? I worked so hard on you why do you feel like nobody loves you? I’m right here.” And I just. I think I’m depressed. I feel so unmotivated to do things I find myself thinking what’s the point? But when I think I should talk to someone about it I tell myself I’m just being dramatic, I’m just seeking attention, I’m just faking it it’s not that big of a deal. It’s just a phase you’ll grow out of it. I don’t understand how I got here. Why am I like this? What happened to me? Why am I here?