​a Real ‘post’ Morten If You Will

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but being aromantic is being queer.

Queer is defined as a identity that does not correspond to established ideas of sexuality, romanticism and gender, especially heterosexual norms.

You ARE a part of the LGBTQIA+ acronym and you ARE valid.

Whether or not you don’t feel romantic attraction at all or just some doesn’t matter, you are a part of the rainbow.

We need to keep making 9/11 jokes until some corporation tries to jump in on the meme and gets promptly executed by the public

double trouble!

+ individuals

“hallelujah” by leonard cohen being played as an easter and christmas song, “zombie” by the cranberries” being played as a halloween song, and “born in the U.S.A.” by bruce springsteen being played as a Fourth of July/generic us patriotism song have got to be a special trifecta of the most no-listening-comprehension musical moments that happen on seasonal playlists every single year 

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

Drawtober Day 5 - Scarce

Chapter 4: TYSON PLAYS WITH FIRE

“Yeah but, he’s already done that once in this book and seemed no worse for wear,” Will reminded Percy before he could get too worked up with worry again, not that he really had back in his school. Percy definitely seemed to have some instinct about Tyson.

“Kind of catchy though, Tyson the guy on fire,” Alex said in a flashy tone of voice.

“You and my mom can start a book club,” Percy snorted.

“Percy, a book club isn’t-” but Magnus stopped himself and shook his head as Alex looked way to excited about the prospect.

Mythologically speaking, if there’s anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it’s bulls.

“Ironic since your dad loves them,” Will pointed out.

“He can deal with all of them from now on then,” Percy huffed.

Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls.

“Be grateful it wasn’t three?” Jason offered.

“Thanks,” Percy snorted.

And not just regular bulls—bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn’t bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

“There is way to much fire going on in this book,” Magnus frowned.

“I’m sure the monsters will tone it down and switch to cotton balls if we ask nicely,” Percy sighed.

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