Hazel Levesque If Olympus Had Their Own Version Of The Met Gala! 

Reyna if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

How do i explain to someone that half of the things i listen to on Spotify is literally just white men singing about weird shit while screaming into the mic

“Healing begins when you share your story with safe people.”

— Unknown

Leo Valdez being a good cook means EVERYTHING to me. Like, this guy has been practically on his own since he was a kid; of course he’d have survival skills like cooking. One of my favorite small scenes in The Lost Hero is when he made the tacos for Piper and Jason because it really is such a great way for him to show his love and support for his friends despite everything else going on. I just keep imagining Leo noticing his friends are stressed and dropping off gifts of food without even acknowledging it. Imagine Annabeth coming back to her cabin after an awful day of searching for Percy only to find her favorite food sitting on her bunk in a container or Jason being silently handed a wrapped homemade meal after spending the day helping Leo on the Argo II. I just need other people to see and understand my vision here.

If the Green Creek book series has a million fans, I'm one of them. If the Green Creek book series has 5 fans, I'm one of them. If Green Creek book series has 1 fan, that one is me. If the Green Creek book series has no fans then I am no more on this Earth. If the world is against the Green Creek series then I am against the world

Girls are coming out of the woods, lifting their broken legs high, leaking secrets from unfastened thighs, all the lies whispered by strangers and swimming coaches, and uncles, especially uncles, who said spreading would be light and easy, who put bullets in their chests and fed their pretty faces to fire, who sucked the mud clean off their ribs, and decorated their coffins with briar. 

Girls are coming out of the woods, clearing the ground to scatter their stories. Even those girls found naked in ditches and wells, those forgotten in neglected attics, and buried in river beds like sediments from a different century. They’ve crawled their way out from behind curtains of childhood, the silver-pink weight of their bodies pushing against water, against the sad, feathered tarnish of remembrance. They're coming. They're coming. 

A segment of poem by Tishani Doshi

Jason Grace if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

Nico di Angelo if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

Leo Valdez if Olympus had their own version of the Met Gala!

I FUCKING LOVED PJO I DONT CARE MAYBE EVERYONE SHOULD STOP HATING AND START LOVING I THOUGHT IT WAS AWESOME AND HELD THE ESSENCE OF WANT PERCY JACKSON WAS TO MD