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happy birthday, percy jackson!

turn him into   s t a r s   and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the   h e a v e n s   so beautiful that the world will   f a l l   i n   l o v e    with the night and forget about the garish   s u n.

“I’m a business man,“ he’d told her. "No more, no less.” “You’re a thief, Kaz.” “Isn’t that what I just said?”

𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫 ↣ Morocco

Do not let other people decide who you are. Decide for yourself.

@snakepitnet event: favorite character

Then spit us out reborn.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.

Patroclus, The Song of Achilles ( for @chqchang​ )

Something brought you here, Flynn Rider. Call it what you want. Fate, destiny… A horse.

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson is on the most dangerous quest of his life.

you wouldn’t know a good time if it sidled up to you and stuck a lollipop in your mouth.

They wanted a Grisha queen. Mal wanted a commoner queen. And what did I want? Peace for Ravka. A chance to sleep easy in my bed without fear. An end to the guilt and dread that I woke to every morning.

— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch (2013) 

and if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky ones