sweetcherrypie101

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rick you genius

Oh OH OH SHIT YOUR RIGHT

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thinking you're being overdramatic and paranoid over nothing only to be proven completely right is such a sickening feeling.

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need to reblog this so i can come back and read it and try to understand it better 😭

The first rule of tragedy is to be yourself. The second of rule of tragedy is to be literally anyone else. The third rule is that however much you try there is no escaping being yourself forever.

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Is it just me or does having a positive interaction with a stranger scratch a very particular itch? I think it's the reassurance that the world is not split solely into people who already love you and people who never will.

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i think when some of you say "neurodivergent" you just mean adhd and autism

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Bloody Hyacinths (a Greek mythology retelling)

just a little something i wrote after reading the Trials of Apollo.Apollo and Hyacinthus own my heart 🥺🥺

i really hope uncle rick brings hyacinthus into the story at some point in a future book cos he’s been mentioned so many times(/ω＼)

The meadow stretched out in front of us_, _adorned by purple flowers. I had created the flowers so lovingly, as I desired them to be a reflection of his beautiful eyes. Such a deed should have been child’s play for the great Apollo, but when I looked into those purple orbs, the turbulence of colored sea that pulled me in, it seemed to me that nothing could compare to the accentuated color of his irises. It had been a while since we got off my sun chariot, and my horses were on their way down the sky without me. In literal terms, the sun was beginning to set, wrapping the meadow in its dim colors. I didn’t stand there as the sun god that day, I was fulfilling my duties as a lover. Of cherishing the most wonderful mortal I’d ever met.

I glanced at him with expectant eyes. I hadn’t felt such need for validation in a couple centuries to say the least. His skin wore a dark, honey color and his sturdy figure turned to face me as I said, “My dear Hyacinthus, accept this gift as an expression of my great love and admiration for you. This island is now yours. When you lie down and let these flowers engulf you, you’ll know what a simple gaze of yours does to me.’’

_ _

I woke up with a start, for the fifth time the past hour. I’d seen the visions at least a thousand times before, my heart getting heavier each time the scene flashed before my eyes. Ever since my father, Zeus, turned me into a mortal, my sorrows aggrandized. My tears streamed down my cheek in patterns down my blistered skin like water moving down a crevasse. The pain had been agonizing enough when I was a god, but my puny mortal self had a pathetic response to heartbreak—heartbreak a several thousand years old.

The mortal world is cruel. Fear and danger roamed around every corner like wind spirits on Calypso’s island. With my immortality snatched away, the fear of death was so dreadful; it sent shivers down my fragile body. I could feel the dark, caustic mist approaching me insidiously, behind which is the face of the infamous Thanatos, Death himself, prepared to pull me into the ‘void’. Millennias lived in glory, all shattered within seconds. Surely no one could have imagined the great Apollo crumbling under the weight of mortality like this, not even Thanatos, or Zeus, or Apollo himself.

Not even my lovely Hyacinthus, whose life had so cruelly been taken away by my carelessness. I winced as the image appeared in my brain once again, my discus flying like Zeus’ lightning, Zephyros’ wind bending its course towards Hyacinths’s mass of blonde hair, him turning his head just in time for the discus to leave an ugly gash across his forehead. At least that’s what it looked like to me, until he started pouring out of the wound. I remember letting out a scream as he fell, his weight cushioned by the bed of flowers. You’d think my priority would be saving him. It should’ve. But I was too absorbed by my anger towards Zephyros, while his life slipped away- in the arms of the god of healing, who did nothing to save him.

I spent centuries blaming Zephyros. But deep down I knew it was my arrogance that was at fault. At some point I faced the truth and the blow was strong enough to break an Olympian. Its definitely strong enough to kill a mortal…

_ _

His head was cradled in my arms, his luscious hair a gold and red mélange. The red was all over my hands, how a murderer’s hand should look. ‘tha thymámai,’ I whispered persistently into his ears until his fair lashes veiled his purple orbs,  and his body went limp against mine. ‘I’ll remember. I’ll remember what it was like to love you.’ I would have done anything to save him, and you bet I could have, being a mighty Olympian. However, it was too late. Divinity meant so little at that moment. I wondered if he thought he was just another mortal in my life, who would wither anyway. That was the bitter truth. He was always destined to die anyway. But I, I was Apollo of the twelve Olympians. I had to carry on, without him. I had to carry on knowing the fact that I was the one responsible for his fall. It occurred to me, perhaps death isn’t as bad as it seems.

_ _

When I watched his face through teary eyes, death was the last thing I worried about. Such a punishment would give him justice, anyway. Or it could allow me to be with him, to love him once again. My vision was blurry but somehow his face was crystal clear. My tears only seemed to make his wonderful skin sparkle. And his eyes…their purple irises so intense, they seemed to radiate a fiery light.  The light I had so longed to see. The light I yearned for thousands of years after. I would do anything to save the purple fire that light up my life although I was the one to shut it down completely.

His face began to dissolve as these thoughts clouded my head. I reached out a quivery hand, and just like that, he was gone completely.

The meadow stretched out in front of me. i stood alone, my heart aware of his absence and aching. I stared at the island smothered in purple bulbous flowers, at least ten shades lighter with their heads low. Conceivably mourning. And right there in the middle was a cluster of dark colored....hyacinths. Yes, that’s what i’ll call them. He lay there on the purple hyacinths as they soaked his blood and grew into red and magenta flowers. Gradually more of the bloody hyacinths would grow and acclimatize among the shades of purple, forever reminding me of that day. 

‘tha thymámai.’

I woke up with a jolt again but it  had stopped having an effect on me after the sixth time. I was drained of energy although i lay asleep the whole time. But i couldn’t sit up either.

The visions were gone and i was miserable. I noticed that i was holding onto something tightly- _very _tightly as my hand was numb and my nails bloody. As my vision focused, I realized it was a hyacinth- insidiously soaking the blood from my palm. I let out a sob. All my despair came rushing out through endless streams of tears. I felt like I could go on forever- but my abject body would be unable to comply. So i cried until I had no tears left. And my mind just thought of the one thought that hadn’t occurred to me in years. it was possible to die from heartbreak and perhaps-

Perhaps death isn’t as bad as it seems.

#trials of apollo #rick riordan #percy jackson #greek myth roleplay #greek mythology #writing #retelling #fanfic #gay #pride #apollo #heroes of olympus #12 olympians #mythology #lester papadopoulos #writing prompts #writing community #toa #toa fanfic #uncle rick #meg mccaffrey #will solace #solangelo #apollo and hyacinthus

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aww bb i’m sending virtual hugs for u to feel better :(( ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ

you deserve better periodt

...someone befriend me and allow me to fall in love with them-

It doesn't have to mutual (I mean that would be great- but highly unlikely I know)-

I just need to get over my ex-

Cause it's been months and I'll still be minding my own business, maybe petting a cat or three and then all of a sudden BAM-

Her name pops up with some thought and just *no*

Because if she comes back one day -as done with previous break ups- then I know I will still melt immediately and just forgive her

So uh-

Yeah-

I need someone else to yearn for

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i love this band 😂😂

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Repost this anywhere

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NO SHAME // https://smarturl.it/NoShame5SOS

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brb crying

C A L M // 3.27.20 // PRE-ORDER/PRE-SAVE NOW   https://smarturl.it/CALM5SOS

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26

happy birthday to this beautiful human ✨

credit @kiwisugars

#harry styles #birthday #much appreciated #26 #fine line #cute #beautiful #harry #celebrities #camille rowe #harries #stylers

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B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L 🤧

Went back into my cameraroll and found these from 2015.

— You can thank me after you’re done going “😍🥺”

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HEADCANNON

Percy: What if it lines up like it did in the Trojan War ... Athena versus Poseidon?

Annabeth: I don't know. But I just know that I'll be fighting next to you.

Percy: Why?

Annabeth: Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?

(*/ω＼*)

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #headcannon #jason grace #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #rick riordan #uncle rick

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“somewhere right now, your future woman of the year is probably sitting in a piano lesson or in a girls choir, and today, right now, we need to take care of her.”

“i was eleven at the time, and i was in a choir, and i was learning to play piano…you took care of me, so thank you.”

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just saying but i am vERY cool just cos i still do that☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜)

remember when people used to stay up til midnight for your birthday and write long ass paragraphs for you?

‘cause I miss that

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MY HEART JADKJKSFOA 😭😭(*/ω＼*)

Happy birthday to the person who has always cheered me up when I’m feeling down. Over the past six years Calum Thomas Hood has made me laugh during times when I thought that I couldn’t. I mean there has been times when I feel so sad and I watch videos of Calum and feel somewhat better. I mean I don’t know where I would be without:

- “I didn’t invite you to my barbeque so why are you all up in my grill?”

-“Ashton my best friend…”

-“Valentine. uh… V-A-L-N-T-Y-N-E. Valentine.”

- “Thank you!”

-“I’m Calum Hood. Also know as Calum Thomas Hood. Also known as Cool Guy Cal. Or C Dizzle Swizzle…”

-“I’m twisting Bro!”

-“Hey! Rock Bottom We missed you guys! Where you guys been?”

-All the times he reminded us that he played the bass for 5 Seconds of Summer

-All the times Calum forgets the lyrics to Waste the Night… so like every time he performs it…

But all kidding aside… I thought that I knew everything I needed to know about Calum until he did that conversation interview with Ashton on June 27th, 2019… I had no clue what Calum was going through… and I still don’t know him personally, but it made me connect with him and look up to him even more. I have always felt like Calum was like my “could-be older brother” (maybe its because we’re both part Scottish and we both play the bass… I don’t know…). Happy Birthday Calum Hood! I hope you have an amazing day and year… you’ve accomplished so much at 24 and you have so much more to accomplish… and I can’t wait to see what you and the band do this year (I have a feeling it’s going to be amazing!) 🥳