It starts small.
A forgotten assignment here and there. A couple of missed classes. Running late for appointments and dates. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really, since he’s always had trouble focusing on the more mundane aspects of life and keeping his scatterbrained thoughts in line. Twenty-three year olds are allowed to forget things; it’s perfectly natural.
But it gets worse and soon, it’s apparent it’s not ordinary or natural.
It’s forgotten names, faces, and facts — things he’d just been told five minutes ago needing to be repeated while events and schedules from two, four, six years ago take precedence in his mind. It’s getting lost on the way to his mother’s house and not recognizing it when he’s escorted to the front door by two police officers late on a Wednesday evening.
It’s not being able to read subway maps or problem solve, increasing confusion with everyday tasks and fierce frustration when he doesn’t understand.
It’s angry phone calls and screaming, illogical arguments, and quiet, fear-filled conversations while curled in bed on dark, moonless nights.
“I didn’t forget you last time. You were the only thing I remembered. The only thing. I won’t forget you, I promise. I can’t.”
It’s an entire life, crumbling underneath him and fading as another day passes. It’s a good, bright future taken by an old and powerful curse, and replaced with the proper tragic ending he deserves.
It’s twenty-three years crammed into Post-It notes scattered over his bedroom, a rainbow trail of memories and reminders, leading the way out the door each morning. It’s the final one note taped to the corner of the door jamb at eye level, written in her best bold print on neon blue paper.
Your name is Percy Jackson and I love you. You won’t forget.
And it’s a lie.
chris evans - for flaunt magazine
The photoshoot where Chris Evans looks like a truckstop hooker is an important part of manpelt.com
Percy Jackson! With Annabeth, Tyson, and Grover in an insane taxi driven by the Gray Sisters from Sea Of Monsters. Its the doofiest series, I don’t care. I love it! Grover is da bes.
it’s so frustrating when your fic ideas are bigger than your writing abilities
"I will not fall prey to society’s desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses for the first flattering remark."
tumblr kinda forces u to get educated on things bc otherwise u wont be able to participate in or understand dash topics
Why the hell should I take orders from you?
I went back for a callback and met Crystal Reed, we read together for a chemistry read, and it felt really good.
*settles into bed with blankets laptop headphones a drink and everything* ahh yes perfect. I have to pee.
When a chick has a sense of humor, there’s nothing more attractive.