your soul shall never hunger

happy new year to all the little freaks in my phone

No because people complaining about Clarisse being “too pretty” were never verbally harassed by the pretty girls with perfect brows and cut creases and new iPhones, who could get away with whatever they wanted because Daddy donated to the school.

Sometimes war is physical and sometimes it’s words whispered about the thing you’re most insecure about and taking away your fragile sense of security and self. Clarisse physically attacks him in the bathroom and capture the flag, but she also mentally assaults Percy by telling him to admit he’s a fraud when he’s barely processed what happened with the Minotaur. She’s a bully in the realest way and she’s terrifying.

Alright since apparently we’re all 12 again — who’s your godly parent??

Those “who’s your godly parent” quizzes are always like:

“What do you do when you’re stressed?”

- Fight my enemies, they need to know who’s boss🤺👊💪💥

- Go underwater or swim, the ocean always calms me down 😌🌊💧🐟💦

- StrEsSed?? I don’t Get stressed I’m too smart and intelligent to get stressed I use my massive brain and super skills to think my way out of any problem my brain is so wrinkly I can’t even begin to fathom to concept of stress I’m so smart —

- Go to the metal shop and make something cool and creative because I’m better with my hands than my thoughts

- Die

I think misspelling the tag for a story about a dyslexic demigod and then that tag trending is something that can be so personal

I think Percy Jackson is affecting me so much because I clung to that series when everything else around me felt like it was crumbling to the ground. Percy, Annabeth and Grover saved the world time and time again; they saved me too.

My Camp Half Blood shirt is in my memory chest, stained with acrylic paint from making my own camp bead necklace, with blue food dye and the biggest dreams a middle-schooler could possible hold.

I saw myself in Annabeth, a neurodivergent girl who relied on intelligence over her peers because she had been let down so many times. I now sit at the end of my first semester of graduate school, overcoming academic and personal challenges I never imagined facing.

I cried when Nico came out, and I didn’t even know why at the time, I just knew it made me ache for something I didn’t even know about myself yet. Ten years later, I am confident in my queerness with a passion that burns so bright.

I found my family in characters that grew up with me; I learned to be my own hero in those pages.

For all its struggles, all its gods and monsters, all its fear and triumph and uphill battles, the world did not end when I was twelve.

This show will inspire new kids, sure, but it’s a salute to who I was and everything I have yet to become, and I am incredibly thankful for it. Sometimes I’m still the little girl with her nose buried in those books, but I have come so much further than I ever expected, and continue each day with my head and heart high because of those stories.