She/her, queer, dyslexic(I swear I’m checking my posts for mistakes they still turn up), always obsessed with Taylor Swift, currently obsessed with The trails of Apollo
Thanks Taylor for writing the smallest man who ever lived. Now I have to confront the feelings I have about the guy I lost my virginity to and that I maybe didn’t take the way he treated me as lightly as I convinced myself. I could have lived in peace.
Apollo: I’m a cool dad, that’s my thing. I’m hip. I surf the web. I text. LOL. Laughing out loud. OMG. Oh my god‘s. WTF. Why the face?You know. I know all the dances to High School Musical,so…*insert Apollo dancing Phil Dunphy style*
Apollo: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck
Arrow of Dodona: Here's some advice
Apollo: I didn't ask for any
Arrow of dodona: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who can talk to me
Will, tending to Apollos wounds: How would you rate your pain?
Apollo: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
Meg A: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase.
Apollo: Meg, that's a coma.
Meg: Sounds festive.
Reyna, driving Meg and Apollo: So how was your day?
Apollo: We almost got surprise adopted!
Reyna: What?
Meg: We almost got kidnapped.
Reyna: Oh, okay.
Reyna: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!
Meg: You love me, right, Apollo?
Apollo: Normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don’t like it.
Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Apollo*
Apollo: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.
Leo: What’s up guys? I’m back.
Literally everyone at camp halfblood: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. We literally saw you die.
Leo A: Death is a social construct
Apollo: How do I deal with my enemies?
Meg: Kill them
Apollo: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution
Meg: Kill them only a little?
You can say about the tortured poets department what ever you want but „the future’s bright, dazzling“ and „but the story isn’t mine anymore“ are fire last sentences.