The Brainrot I Have Of This Man Is Not Even Funny Anymore 💀

“You are responsible for the minors in your fandom!!!”

No, I’m fucking not. I’m not your parent. My past-times do not automatically sign me up to act in loco parentis. If you need someone else to monitor your own content consumption online, go get mommy and/or daddy to set up a content blocker on your computer.

FOR THE GLOBAL DEMI'S AND/OR LEGACIES

New Rome Headcanon: Diversity

-Because children of the gods from all over the world live out their lives in New Rome, the medley of cultures and languages is so dense it’s nearly impossible. Eid al-Fitr is celebrated almost the same week as the Feast of Fortuna. Diwali sometimes collides with Halloween. You turn from the Via Principia onto the Rue de Fleur. Sometimes, you might return home from a Valentine’s Day celebration done by children of Venus only to see a Mardi Gras parade coming through the city. New Rome is the biggest cultural medley in the world, and no one knows it but a bunch of demigods. 

-For the first time in history, African American demigods march shoulder to shoulder with Jewish legacies, with Hispanic soldiers, and they’re all true Roman legionnaires. 

-Pictures of POC manifestations of the gods are put up on Temple Hill.

-New Rome is known as a safe spot for immigrants (illegal or not, they don’t care, because most demigods know what it’s like to have been hunted and homeless, and these are people who need help), but of course the Mist conceals the more otherworldly aspects of the camp. 

-Somewhere along the line, a praetor had to establish an exchange system between USD, euros, pesos, drachma, denarii, and dozens of other currencies from around the globe, because there was no freaking way this was going to work otherwise. 

-I LOVE THIS HEADCANON SO FREAKING MUCH OKAY

Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

Day 4: The Circe Saga🔮✨️

Drawing a sketch for every released song from Epic the Musical bcs I am obsessed🤩

Also in #17, I hope I was able to show that Ody doesn't fall for Circe's deception but is slowly losing hope of getting home and really misses Penelope. (with the sullen look ,averted gaze and him grabbing her wrist). And Circe is starting to empathise with him. Complex emotions are sometimes hard to draw.

YES

well hey its been a while…?? (xxx)

Someone needs to make a "Die with a Smile" by Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars edit with Manolo Sanchez and Maria Posada pls pls pls

CREWNIVERSE. OMGS.

In these next few Steven universe episodes, I really really really want/think stevonnie will have to sing “here comes a thought” again to get garnet to get back together.

I wasn't consented to ride this feels train damnit

camp swap thing

An idea I had about how Jason would have handled Thalia dying and her tree being poisoned if he’d been Greek. Enjoy!

Jason tucks his knees to his chest, fingers picking at the scab from where he cut his leg racing Annabeth. He scoots backwards, shifting his weight until the bark digs into his back. The press of the roots on either side of him is a gentle weight that let’s him breath. Camp is gone, somewhere on the other side of the hill that he can’t see or hear. Here it’s only him, his thoughts, and his sister.

“Luke said I did a good job today.” Jason’s muttered words break the silence of the hill. “He said I could be the best swordsman in camp soon. I just need to get a little bigger.” He glances at his arms, studying the faint white scars that stand out against the tanned skin. “I think you’d be proud of me. I don’t let Annabeth get into fights but I don’t let anyone be mean to her either.”

He waits, his words drifting off into the rustle of the wind through the branches. He holds his breath, listening for a creak or a groan or anything. He waits until his lungs burn as much as his eyes do before sucking in a shaky breath.

Jason stares at the dirt beneath his shoes, at the scattered needles and pinecones, at the empty hill stretched out before him.

“I miss you Thalia. I- I hate being in that cabin. I hate being alone. Please- I- I don’t want to go back there.” He blinks, pushing back on the pain that ripples up through his chest, bubbling into something that settles over his eyes and in his lungs.

The first soft, broken sob breaks from him and he clamps down on it. Luke’s voice echoes in his head, the voice that says that Thalia is gone, the voice that tells him it’s the god’s fault.

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AAAAAAH I wanna know what are the fics that explore this

bleeding out on the pavement mood for tonight

@forever-valentine14 @jamelacam Pinoy Circe???? This is goated

looking at circe and wanting to

SO BADLYY

BASING AN ISLAND GIRLIE'S CLOTHES OFF OF CLOTHES FROM AN ARCHIPELAGO???

GUYSSSSS

plus fil clothing has a lot of sun imagery,, i could lean into the whole daughter of helios thing A LOT

MMMMMMMMNGGGGG

I DONT KNOW IF IT LOOKS GOOD OR NOTT