Tag The First Mcr Song You Listened To Post Reunion Mine Was Kill All Your Friends

I may or may not be sitting under a sink watching diet shampoo's concert video.

hi my name is nico “ghost king” di angelo and i have short ebony black hair (thats how i got my name) and black eyes like the dead and a lot of people tell me i look like hades (AN: if u dont know who dat is get da hell out of here!!) i’m related to percy jackson but i wish i wasn’t cause he’s a major fucking hottie. im a demigod but i dont go to camp jupiter. i have pale white skin that was olive-toned once but i got stuck in a jar for a couple months so i dont anymore. im the son of hades (incase you couldnt tell) and i wear mostly black. i love mcdonalds and i buy all my necromancy ingredients from there. today i was wearing a black mcr t shirt with black skinny jeans, my aviator jacket, and my combat boots. i was walking outside camp-half blood. it wasn’t snowing or raining (because of the magic bubble around camp) but there wasn’t any sun, which i was very happy about. jason grace stared at me. i put my middle finger up at him.

hey ppl reading this can u please reblog and tag ur sign + favorite animal + most worn type of shoe… it’s for my Research

Okay, so at my ballet, there are these two girls. They're twins impossible to tell apart except for the fact that one of them wears a pink leotard and the other wears a teal one. We're doing the nutcracker, and they got the roles of the Russian trepak dancers in the land of sweets. They're flipping around, doing cartwheels and jumping all over the stage and I cannot get Vamos and Vaya out of my brain when I see them dance during the act 2 runthroughs. It is killing me. All the other angels are snobs who roll their eyes and hate the thought of being a trepak dancer while I'm over here nearly dying because in my head I'm watching Vamos and Vaya doing split jumps and somersaults. Thank you for coming to my ted talk. So long and good night.

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

Me too, stories bitch.

Me at literally anything

Fun story:

So, pretty much just last night, I got my first deity. Which was Aphrodite. Got some imagery of pretty little anemones and felt full of love and very peaceful. The thing is, earlier that day, I had made an offering to any god or goddess that wanted it and would chose me, but I made it like it was an offering to simply Aphrodite. Apples and honey, cinnamon, chocolate. Well last night, after I had made the offering, I had Pas de Cheval stuck in my head, when I realised, Pas de Cheval is a ballet move. It means 'Step of the Horse'. The horse is one of Aphrodite's sacred animals. So I consulted my pendulum and sure enough, it was Aphrodite. Then you know what song got stuck in my head when I was done?

I Have Friends in Holy Spaces.

For real. Aphrodite has a sense of humor.

i appreciate My Chemical Romance song titles better if i put “Mom” at the end of them

“It’s Not a Fashion Statement, It’s a Fucking Deathwish, Mom” “I Never Told You What I Do for a Living, Mom” “This Is How I Disappear, Mom”

you are not alone