As It Was By Harry Styles And Nothing's New By Rio Romeo Are Both Opposites Of Each Other And Somehow

I will never find love like this.

Hi, reader. Remember that children book series you adored? Here’s how old the characters would be now.

Percy Jackson - turning 31 this August (The Lightening Thief was published in 2005. Percy was twelve.)

Amy and Dan Cahill - 30 and 27 (The 39 Clues wiki page puts Amy as born in 1994 and Dan in 1997.)

Sabrina and Daphne Grimm - 30 and 26 (The Fairytale Dectectives was published in 2005. Sabrina was 11. Daphne was 7. Some disagreement on the fandom wiki for their birth years compared to publication date.)

Artemis Fowl - 38 (The first book was published in 2001. Artemis was 12.)

And the real kicker?

Junie B. Jones would be 37. (The first book was published in 1992. She was 5 in the series.)

I hope you all feel as old as I do.

ATTENTION!!!

THERE IS AN IMMENSELY IMPORTANT IMAGE OF A HIGHLY SMOOSHABLE SMOOSHER!!!!

I'm the most traumatised person my age I know

PJO HEADCANON #1

Y'all, what if Percy went to a Greek museum (in new york, of course,) and told some genuinely Greek person that he was half-Greek and could speak Greek.

They stand there expecting this green-eyed white boy to spout some broken Greek but end up hearing the most pure, jaw-droppingly beautiful ancient Greek.

Everyone's shocked as hell and Percy's just confused until he remembers that he doesn't know how to speak modern greek

Percy runs away and gets chased by a few well-intentioned journalists on the way out.

Annabeth finds him somehow, sighs, and helps him get away.

"WE HAD ONE DATE WE PROMISED EACHOTHER!"

"I'm sorry Annabeth I swear."

Fav Character: *breathes*

Me: I STAN THEM

Author: Oh Well....

Fav Character: *stops breathing*

Me: oH sHeT

Imagine if you were forced to go to the funerals of every character you killed and you could see their ghost there. All the wasted years that could've come, all in front of you ripped to shreds by your own hand.

'I walked into the hall. I didn't want to come here nor did I want to stay but I couldn't leave. I was here for him. He died because of me.

His mother stood on the podium giving a speech in her eloquent way that I had made her to be but I could see the life leeched from her eyes. Yet she went on and on about what a great person her son was because she knew that these funerals were for the living.

"Was I not enough," he asked from behind me. His eyes had become hollow to match his heart. His skin was gray and ghoulish and blood poured down from where I stabbed him.

"What did I ever do wrong," tears swept down his cheeks. He had cried when he was alive and then he cried at his own funeral.

I did that to him. Sitting in the pew of a death that I brought of a life that I started. I couldn't stop the tears that flowed out, blinding me in blur of pain and the sound of my own sobbing.

I think I caught the eyes of some of the people there because I was crying like I knew him personally. Truth was no one knew him that well except for two people and one of them was me.

As for the other person...he hadn't even showed up.

I may have attended a funeral so similar that it felt like a fever dream, a funeral of a person I killed. A person I brought misery and nothing more. It never hurt any less.

I'd taken him too soon with too much pain that he didn't deserve.

Will the hollow ache of his soul ever heal?

Will he ever find peace?

I'm afraid to continue his story for the fear that I will only bring more pain.'

"Wow, your glasses really suit your face!"

Thanks but please don't say that right after I took them off

Me: *wakes up before my alarm* You know this feels very nice, actually...

*alarm rings reminding me of the shit I need to get done*

Me: *filled with sudden anger* CHAOS I CALL TO YOU