2021-10-16

reyna and jason fall in love with each other because they can see each other’s true selves.

everyone wants jason to be a hero, the son of jupiter, someone who will lead the legion and do whatever it takes to keep things as they are, to protect and preserve. everyone wants reyna to be someone she’s not; it happened with her father, with hylla, circe, and now with camp jupiter. they want her to be a warrior and nothing more than that. she has to follow rules and lead and never take a break.

when they first meet, they see their own suffering in each other’s eyes. reyna sees herself in jason’s judging eyes, and he sees himself in her hardened look. that’s why they don’t treat each other differently.

reyna sees jason as an idealist who dreams about freedom and equality, and he sees her as a strong woman whose only wishes are safety and peace.

that’s when it happens — right after they’ve begun to know each other. right after they’ve understood. reyna falls for the real jason, and jason falls for the real reyna.

Me after watching 3 episodes of Blood Of Zeus. Sees the villain using a bident. And a 3 headed dog beside him. Please don’t be Hades, Please don’t be Hades- Me after seeing the entire show: *spoilers ahead*

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I scratch this today at my class because I was so bored. I put some effects on it to make it...look good. BTW hats off to @xstarsarewrong for the fic...I almost cried in front of my class after reading it🤦‍♀️

“Never judge people by their past. People learn. People change. People move on.”

— Unknown (via thoughtkick)

greek mythology | cursed images

How do you fall back in love with life?

clean your room.  clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders.  clean the dishes.  sweep.  take out the trash.  peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them.  take a long shower.  scrub behind your knees.  brush your teeth.  (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can.  the end result is worth it.)

pull out your notebook.  it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while.  fuck moleskins.  the yellow legal pad will work fine.  sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list.  count clouds.  describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise.  sketch the cracks in the walls.  note the shape light makes when it enters a space.  talk about what the air tastes like, smells like.  what sounds are there?  even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything.  remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail.  remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness.  your world is fathomless.  it has potential.

drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed.  it does not need to be fancy.  buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions.  eat it outside.  if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs.  take your fucking meds.  remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body.  your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor.  take care of it.

read a novel.  underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen.  read a novel like it’s poetry.  read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious.  watch a movie you haven’t seen before.  if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one.  take your time.  let yourself bask.  if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.

your chosen family is important.  remember, they picked you as much as you picked them.  the love has no obligation.  it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion.  you are not a burden.  if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people.  when they need you, listen and be gracious.  always be gracious.  the universe sometimes remembers things like that.

listen to new music.  link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that.  listen to something that you don’t usually listen to.  we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music.  we are falling in love again.  the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.  

allow yourself to indulge in romantics.  press flowers in old books.  play movies with subtitles and mouth the words.  dance in your room.  wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public.  write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them.  write poetry, even awful poetry.  revel in its awfulness.  eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.