I Just Recently Finished Song Of Achilles, And…I’m Not Okay. Yeah, I Knew They Were Going To Die,

I still like Luke from PJO; I don’t think he’s a villain. Imagine you spend your childhood not knowing who your dad is and being left with a crazy woman who’s also your mother and can’t even recognize you, not to mention the psychotic episodes. Then you decide to run away with a GOLF CLUB for defense and find 2 other lonely kids on the street that you practically adopt and THEN you finally make it to a spot you were suppposed to be safe at only to be ambushed my a monster that kills your best friend who gets turned into a tree. Then you get shoved into a cabin with 50 other kids and never get sent on a quest even though you’ve been there the longest and was a permanent member and newbies are getting sent out despite your experience. And THEN your dead beat father finally sends you on a quest only for you to gain a scar across your eye and to almost die and then come back to camp realizing you still have to sleep in the same place with 50 other random kids. Bro that be traumatizing enough for anyone. Not to mention he’s only 19 and was 14 when he adopted two other kids. Bro just felt angsty for a second and then some dude comes along like “I’ll make everything better, I swear. I’m powerful enough”. ANYONE would take that offer. Then, his is (practically) little sister betrays him and the “good guy” from earlier ends up controlling his mind and possessing his body, making him betray everyone he’s ever loved.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Nico, but he gets kinda confusing, because on one hand you have:

This little grumpy ball of darkness; the son of Hades, and the Ghost King:

And on the other hand you have “Death Boy”, who had his boyfriend make a note so he can stay by his side, who was obsessed with a card game until he was 10, who uses his boyfriend as a nightlight (that one was just a head cannon):

I feel so bad for not writing anything. It's not like I have writers block - there are a surplus of ideas in my head. I just can't put them to paper. My depression has just made it so it's hard for me to start writing, and once I do, I don't have any energy left over to actually write. And then I see posts saying, "If you want more fan-fiction, make it yourself". Like, I'M TRYING. I just can't right now. Or maybe even ever. Who knows? I sure as hell don't.

Spoilers For Full Moon!

I’m not sure if anyone has pointed this out before, but in the scene where the Cherubs are being interrogated, there’s a light that shines over the blue ex-angel. (I don’t know any of their names).

I’m pretty sure the light is supposed to look like it’s from Heaven, signifying that the blue one is still pure. The other two angels don’t have a light because they’ve been acting crazy and irrational since at LEAST they got kicked out of Heaven.

I was watching Apology Tour, and…

I’ve spotted Beetlejuice, aka Alex Brightman, aka the voice for Fizz in Helluva Boss (and multiple characters in Hazbin Hotel).

Me: I’m not like most aces

Date: *horny and expecting something dirty* Oh, yeah?

Me: *fully knowing what they’re thinking* Yeah. I think we should invade Switzerland. Not Denmark.

My parents say they're supportive of me and the queer community, but they seem against it at every turn. They hate on people who support queer folk-call them faggots, weirdos, unnatural, violent, etc. If any media shows representation of a queer person, it's called "pushing" and "unnatural" and "why can't they just show something normal that people actually WANT to see". If my cousin who's a toddler is dressed up in some sparkly clothes and with his hair done up, he's called a "fucking faggot" and immediately told to change unless he wanted to get slapped. I can't even put my hair up in a way that looks too boy-ish because then I'd be "asking for it". Asking for WHAT?! For the right to live life the way I want to and be comfortable with it because people aren't trying to push me down? Cause that's exactly what I'm asking for. I just want to live - what's so wrong with that?

Sometimes I get a bit depressed thinking about how thick my thighs are, and then I remember that these two queens:

are fucking badass and people find them okay-looking even though they also have thick thighs, and I don’t feel so bad afterwards.

Remember, if you’re ever feeling self conscious, just know that there’s some badass chick or dude out there that has the exact same feature(s) that people find aesthetically pleasing.

My depression isn't everywhere, all at once. It isn't always on my mind. It's more like a well. Yeah, it's there, but I don't really acknowledge it sometimes. But other times, usually late at night, the well is highlighted. It's the only thing I can think of, the desire to die lapping against the sides below. Occasionally, it comes up in a bucket and I can't think. Those are the times when I cut, starve, burn, or otherwise hurt myself. Right now, the water is rising and the well is getting larger. It's bigger than it ever has been before, and the skies are looking dark. I just hope that there isn't a flood soon.

May I humbly and respectfully propose an alternative:

Secret Panel HERE 😐 tapas.io/episode/363848