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it's the worst when you're in the middle of the media. like yes, I would love to finish this book and find out what happens to the characters but. i cannot. because of The Illness.

reaching the point of hyperfixation where I can no longer engage with it due to the nausea that I experience at the mere thought of seeing it on my screen is the closest I’ve ever been to being diagnosed with female hysteria

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percy would not tease nico about the "not my type" line. my boy had zero self-esteem and was terrified of ruining his and nico's newfound friendship.

you know who would never let nico forget it?

annabeth.

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Okay, hear me out: The seven decide to do a trauma candy salad on Piper’s social media, and within a day it becomes her most liked post and starts 6 new conspiracies.

Percy: Hey, I’m Percy Jackson, and when I was 12, I accidentally blew up the gateway arch, and there was a nation-wide manhunt for me because they thought I was a terrorist. I brought Reese's Pieces.

Annabeth: My name is Annabeth, and when I was 7 years old, I ran away from home and lived on the streets with two other kids until one of them was murdered in front of me. I brought starbursts.

Leo: Hi! I’m Leo, and my mother died in a warehouse fire, but my entire family blamed me for her death, so I was put in foster care. I brought skittles!

Piper: I’m Piper, and my dad was held hostage, and his kidnappers tried to blackmail me, so I brought the m&m's. 

Jason: My name is Jason and I was abandoned in the woods and raised by wolves. I brought some Swedish fish.

Frank: I’m Frank, and when my mom died, my grandmother kicked me out of the house and told me to go to California. After I came back to ask her about our family history, the house burned down and she vanished. I brought some gummy bears

Hazel: When I was 13, I died. I’m putting in life savers :)

Part 2!

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PJO Trauma Candy Salad Part 2!

Part 1

Piper McLean is both an agent of chaos and a woman of the people. After the success of the seven’s trauma candy salad video, she begs (and bribes) a few of the others to join in. The video goes viral, and they end up as a trending topic for 3 days.

Reyna: Hello, my name is Reyna, and I got kidnapped by pirates after Percy Jackson destroyed my home…I brought peach rings.

Will: Hi, I’m Will, and my dad and I are the same age. I’m putting in fruit gummies. 

Rachel: Hey everyone, I’m Rachel, and the first time I met Percy, he tried to stab me with a sword. I’m adding nerds gummy clusters. 

Percy: My name is Per-

Piper (behind the camera): Percy, you already went last time.

Annabeth (also behind camera): Just let him do it; he needs this. 

Percy: My name is Percy Jackson, and I was kidnapped by my aunt and assumed dead for six months. I brought shark gummies!

Clarisse: What’s up, I’m Clarisse, and I was one of four survivors of a boat explosion in the Bermuda Triangle. I brought some warheads extremes. 

Magnus: Hey, I’m Magnus, and after my mom was murdered by wolves in front of me, I spent two years living on the streets. I’m adding sour patch kids. 

Nico: Nico just stares directly into the camera for a few seconds while pouring in black chocolate rocks. "I know what hell actually looks like."

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gay people online have not loved a little italian boy this much since nico diangelo

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they finally invented an assignment thats not due tomorrow. but the problem is that my body is a machine that turns assignments into assignments due tomorrow

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I want to fight a higher power

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im back on that grindset (training my ducks in duck life)

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so true

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i keep saying "it is what it is" but what even is it

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so true

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Stop giving fathers redemption arcs. That old man sucks and you know it

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chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands