I Think The Worst Part Of The New Percy Jackson Series Is That I Can’t Binge Watch All Eight Episodes

if you have ever suffered from…

• depression

• anxiety

• eating disorder

• self-harm

• ocd

• bipolar

• feelings of guilt and hopelessness

• suicidal thoughts

can you please reblog to show support for people who also suffer.

you are not alone.

lmk if you want fic recs

if i ever had amnesia, i think the first thing i’d do would be read all the fics i have bookmarked on ao3. getting a second chance to read them for the first time? sign me up.

I held my breath the entire time and am currently hyperventilating.

I expect this to go one of two ways and both are gonna hurt me.

suddenly struck with thoughts about the devastating concept of Jason Todd

because he was good. because he had a bleeding heart despite every reason not to. he loved school and was good at it. he was the first to be adopted, with little pretense of guardianship. he did everything he could to be a perfect Robin and live up to an impossible ideal. he only ever wanted Bruce and Dick to like him.

because he met Bruce in the same place and on the same day that Bruce's parents died--the single defining moment of Batman's existence. and he made Batman laugh. he hit the Dark Knight, Terror of Gotham, with a tire iron. he wasn't afraid of the man who turned fear into a weapon.

because he couldn't save his mother from herself, but he tried. because he was too good not to try and save the woman who gave him up. too good to play the Joker's game. the crowbar didn't kill him, the bomb did. he died knowing he wouldn't make it and tried anyway. he died a hero.

because other Robins have died, but none of them put an irrevocable tear in the mythos of Batman. because Jason Todd always dies, in every universe. he dies for the sins of his father. he was put to death by popular vote, sacrificed by the crowd. doomed by the narrative and doomed by the audience. the boy who only ever tried to prove he was good enough--wasn't good enough.

because he has every reason to be angry. because he didn't ask to be murdered, didn't ask to be brought back, and when he did everyone acted like he was better off dead. Bruce tried to kill him and nearly succeeded. he's blamed for his own death and blamed for his resurrection. he can never come home because the house is haunted by his own ghost.

because he's been the hero, the victim, and the villain. because his family and his writers and his universe don't know what to make of him. they don't know how to look his tragedy in the eye. and how can you?

it hurts to look at the hero who cannot be good enough, the victim who will only ever be angry, the villain who can sometimes be right. the audience hates to feel complicit and, in this exceptional case, they are.

and whatever you do, don’t think of Sirius Black breaking down after Regulus’s death realizing that no, he won’t come around eventually. he can’t. because he’s gone.

rawest fucking lana del rey lyrics in no particular order:

we're the masters of our own fate, we're the captains of our own souls

you never liked the way I said it, if you don't get it then forget it cause I don't have to fucking explain it

maybe my contribution could be as small as hoping that words could turn to birds and birds would send my thoughts your way

I was such a fool for believing that you could change all the ways you've been living but you just couldn't stop

you fucked me so good that I almost said I love you

cause you're just a man, it's just what you do, your head in your hands as you colour me blue

money is the reason we exist, everybody knows it, it's a fact, kiss, kiss

well, shit, at least you tried

I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy

and I fall to pieces, bitch, I fall to pieces when I'm with you, why?

play them like guitars, you're like one of my toys, no holds barred, I've been sent to destroy

to my own surprise, my love's demise was his own greed and lullabies

it's enough to be young and in love

I want shit to feel just like it used to

the sun also rises on those who fail the call, my life, it comprises of losses and wins and fails and falls

dying by the hand of a foreign man, happily

if he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that can happen to a girl who's already hurt? I'm already hurt

we get so tired and we complain bout how its hard to live, it's more than just a video game

I was dreaming of a lake, dreaming of the water where I'd rise like a phoenix or an iron from the fire

we both know that it's not fashionable to love me but you don't go cause truly, there's nobody for you but me

it turns out everywhere you go, you take yourself, that's not a lie

screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need

but I can't help him, can't make him better

boys, don't make too much noise and don't try to be funny, other people may not understand

they say that the world was built for two, only worth living if somebody is loving you and baby, now you do

fear fun, fear love, fresh out of fucks forever

sometimes love is not enough and the roads get tough, I don't know why

don't ask me if I'm happy, you know that I'm not, but at best I can say I'm not sad

loving him was never enough

you could be a bad motherfucker but that don't make you a man, now you're just another one of my problems

I wait for life to end but it never comes around

they mistook my kindness for weakness

is this love or lust or some game on repeat?

take this veil from off my eyes, my burning sun will some day rise

but sometimes girls just want to have fun, the poetry inside of me is warm like a gun

change is a powerful thing, people are powerful beings, trying to find the power in me to be faithful

you don't ever have to be stronger than you really are when you're lying in my arms and honey, you don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should, you're brighter than the brightest stars

I never really noticed that I had to decide to play someone's game or live my own life

I don't know, I get so wrapped up in a world where nothing's as it seems and real life is stranger than my dreams

I'll save you in the waves if you swim too deep

will you still love me when I shine from words but not from beauty?

but if you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did

I watch the skies getting light as I write, as I think about those years, as I whisper in your ear I'm always going to be right here, no one's going anywhere

broke: hal jordan knows how to tie a tie

woke: the ring knows how to tie a tie, and hal is just as clueless as everyone else

I wasn’t prepared

Maybe reading Finnegans Wake and Essayism has become my early September, end-of-summer tradition. Maybe I’m just going in small circles that aren’t widening. 

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Give me DG mourning, let him say Jason’s name, let him interact with Bruce and Tim. I’m begging.