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[juliettecxi]

Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

"A half blood of the eldest Gods, shall turn sixteen against all odds, and see the world in endless sleep, the hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap, a single choice shall end his days, Olympus to preserve or raze

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[macbcth]

the song of achilles by madeline miller

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

[robertchase]

♆ percy jackson ♆ 

i said, “cherry coke.”

the glass filled with sparkling caramel liquid.

then i had an idea. “blue cherry coke.”

i took a cautious sip. perfect.

[artemishaps]

sunflowers;

short story

word count: 671

There are very few things in life we press the universe for. We are a proud race, but in this moment? I have fallen, collapsed unto my knees, bargaining for one thing and one thing only: a moment in time.

You can look at pictures, hell, you can create your dream piece by piece, frame by frame in a virtual reality if you had enough money and time, but for me, for this moment, it's not the same. It doesn't have you. There's always something a bit off- I'm missing one of your freckles, your hair is off a shade, weren't you taller? It's not you, and that is what distracts me from enjoying the view like I did that day. People were never meant to be replicated.

I've gotten a bit obsessive, frustrated with how memories blur with time, and the only thing I can see clearly is you. You were especially breathtaking that day, and when I murmured, "I want to capture this moment. Remember it forever," you laughed. You said that was so like me! We would make new memories, you promised, and for a while, we did.

This one is still my favorite. It goes like this:

It was a breezy, glowing day and the sun warmed our backs like we were its children, needing a push into the next great adventure. Or, maybe that was just me, since you never held yourself back. Your hair was whipping around your face as you turned back. "Come on! Try to keep up," you teased me, already yards ahead, legs showing no sign of slowing.

I huffed like I was annoyed, but the pull of my cheeks said otherwise. I ran after you, chasing, always chasing, sunflowers caressing me as they swayed, echoing your movement from moments before. Every thing was good, warm in the way only living things could be.

You were waiting for me on the other side of the field, smiling gently before taking leaves out of my hair and snickering. You had some too, but I decided not to say a word. I didn't want to risk ruining the thing lacing itself in our exhaled breaths, leading us closer and closer, until I could see how long your eyelashes were and feel your hair tickling my forehead.

We paused, overwhelmed by the love in each other's gaze. It couldn't exist like that anywhere else; Here it was raw, naked affection. With no one around but each other, it was natural. More natural than breathing. I took a step closer, somehow an inch or two seemed miles away, and I pressed myself into you, the way people press flowers into books, trying to preserve them.

Your lips were molten, enough so to make me boneless. "I love you," I whispered and your cheeks glowed as hot as I felt. Your lips upturned and the look in your eyes drew my mind far enough away that I didn’t realize that you never said it back.

You weren't ready for promises that day, but you felt one in your heart, right? Or else, you lied. Why would you do that?

We dissolved back into separate entities, now only linked by hands. You swung mine back and forth, back and forth, and then we were sitting, happy just to have each other. After admiring the rows of flowers and each other, we hopped into my grandfather's rusty blue truck and drove off to the broken tune of cassette tapes and giggling, hands still wrapped together.

That's what I remember, and I hope you understand why I would want that back. You miss some part of us, don't you? It could be anything, but some part of you sticks with me. Firsts loves are stubborn like that. I will always hold that moment.

You gave me hope then, but now hearing of you instead of seeing you, it makes me hopeless. Maybe if I go back there, I could make things right. Maybe, if I saw you again, I wouldn’t feel the need to.

We’ve made the brightest flowers the most mournful now, haven’t we?

[perspective]

so i know that i’ve been mia for the past few months and it has a lot to do with some personal issues that i had to deal with but i’m back and to celebrate, i couldn’t decide if i wanted to do name aesthetics or blog rates or aesthetic rates so i decided to do all of them! i miss you guys a lot so this also serves as a reminder that you can always come and talk to me and tell me all about the things that have been happening to you because i miss talking to you guys and i hope you all are well ♥ ♥ ♥

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[ikenitycrisis]

our faults are gasoline, allowing simple spark to burst into flames. burn short, burn bright. i hitch a ride with the sun, my restless spirit soothed in its destruction as we dip below the horizon in the west, and he welcomes us home, his sons and daughters. mortals d i e , that’s what makes us precious as the poets say. he mourns us all, our mistakes his fault. his sons and daughters, related in death.

IAPETUS, titan of the west and mortality. | for @mythologicalnet theme: death deities 

[urlocalpoet]

that boy has locked sunlight in his hair and a summer breeze surrounding him.  he's gold. all gold, more precious than the real thing. they tell me boys don’t need saving, that i can’t protect him, not from this but, dear god, i would travel so far to bless his smile and banish what makes his eyes dim; to save him from whatever makes the soft go hard and stale. he doesn't deserve the bite of reality, to know people see his kind eyes as chinks in armor, but we all must learn. the world is more red than rosy.  he tells me he can  save himself. i hope he does.

// distress //

[minervq]

all your gods are teenage girls: ARTEMIS, Greek goddess of the wild

She’s a mystery, that one. Rumours fill the silence where she prefers not to speak. Did those bruises on her arms result from another gang fight or are they just badges of honour won on the field hockey team? They make sure to keep their whispers short when she walks by with her endless posse of female friends. Tiny though she may be, anyone can see the fierceness in her eyes - not Ares’ anger or Athena’s frustration - but the kind of gleam that comes from surviving the worst of humanity, that says she could open her mouth and you’d find fangs. And after all that silence, if she howls on the field, in the streets, at the moon, isn’t it deserved? Don’t we owe her?

[kocshei]

Tell me the blood of gods spilled, and thus were born my ancestors. Tell me I carry war and siren songs in my ribs. Tell me you see empires in my eyes. Tell me I'm pure tell me i could never be infernal could never be hellborne could never carry crackling cackling curses— Tell me no lies.

the search.

[pjoquoted]

heroes of olympus moodboards: nico di angelo

“Then there was Nico di Angelo. Dang, that kid gave Leo the freaky-deakies. He sat back in his leather aviator jacket, his black T-shirt and jeans, that wicked silver skull ring on his finger, and the Stygian sword at his side. His tufts of black hair struck up in curls like baby bat wings. His eyes were sad and kind of empty, as if he’d stared into the depths of Tartarus—which he had.” 

[macbcth]

annabeth chase;

❝ Monkey bar," Annabeth said. "I'm great at these." She leaped onto to the first rung and start swinging her way across. She was scared of tiny spiders, but not of plummeting to her death from a set of monkey bars. Go figure. ❞

[reynaarellano]

percy jackson and the olympians // the lightning thief // part i

[titanscurse]

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[ikenitycrisis]

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[urlocalpoet]

we were growing up.

we were growing apart.

dig out our attachment,

harvest every word we’d speak.

the conversations grow shorter, 

and the days longer without you...

you grew up.

you grew apart

and i’d like to say it wasn’t my fault but

i let you. i let you leave, tear up

roots, one by one, each time

taking comfort in the fact that

you still tolerated me.

you grew, 

i shriveled, retreating into my 

mind, time and time again.

i’m tired and alone, and 

without you, i feel like a 

wasteland instead of a forest.

maybe you needed to leave so

i could feel the sun?

so i had room to grow?

i think you’d know, but 

you’re not around to ask.

-SIGNS OF LIFE, a poem