harrypotterconfessions:

[[It’s really annoying how they cut Peter’s death scene from DH Pt. 1. In the book, it proved Harry was right to spare Peter’s life but if you only saw the movies you wouldn’t realize that Peter actually had a slice of humanity in him.]]
harrypotterconfessions:

[[ I will never stop seeing Snape as a te bad guy. I mean, he only protected Harry because Dumbledore told him it was a prove he loved Lily, he never loved him, he never cared about him, he only cared about himself and Lily.]]
percyyoulittleshit said: The Seven + Freedom + Tears + Sun? romanitas: It’s Hazel who starts laughing first, the gash on her forehead still aching and bleeding. The sound of it is startling, because mostly they’re all just staring and blinking as the dust settles, listening to the silence of Gaea lulled finally back to sleep. She’s suddenly just overcome with a sense of relaxation, of a finally finished war, and there doesn’t seem like any better thing to do right now. Then Piper starts laughing too, and she presses her forehead into Hazel’s shoulder; her laughter is contagious and hysterical, and she clutches her gut with the unbroken arm as Percy’s chuckle joins the party. It’s uncertain, like he’s confused by the sound. He scoops his arm around Annabeth’s waist and sinks against her, their clothes tattered, dirtied, and bloodstained. Frank looks between the three of them with concern, though the more he watches their faces, the more his lips turn upward, despite the throbbing in his leg where he’d been shot by an arrow. Both he and Annabeth break into laughter at the same time, which just makes them share a glance and laugh harder, louder, even as she squints with her black eye. Read More

percyyoulittleshit said: The Seven + Freedom + Tears + Sun?

romanitas:

It’s Hazel who starts laughing first, the gash on her forehead still aching and bleeding. The sound of it is startling, because mostly they’re all just staring and blinking as the dust settles, listening to the silence of Gaea lulled finally back to sleep. She’s suddenly just overcome with a sense of relaxation, of a finally finished war, and there doesn’t seem like any better thing to do right now.

Then Piper starts laughing too, and she presses her forehead into Hazel’s shoulder; her laughter is contagious and hysterical, and she clutches her gut with the unbroken arm as Percy’s chuckle joins the party. It’s uncertain, like he’s confused by the sound. He scoops his arm around Annabeth’s waist and sinks against her, their clothes tattered, dirtied, and bloodstained.

Frank looks between the three of them with concern, though the more he watches their faces, the more his lips turn upward, despite the throbbing in his leg where he’d been shot by an arrow. Both he and Annabeth break into laughter at the same time, which just makes them share a glance and laugh harder, louder, even as she squints with her black eye.

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percyyoulittleshit said: percy + annabeth +morning after their wedding romanitas: The first thing Annabeth notices about the apartment is the smell of pancakes.  A smile edges its way onto her face, because she knows beyond a doubt that they’re going to be blue, and maybe she’s gotten a little attached to the trick.  The second thing she notices, right after it starts, is the knock on the door; a glance at the clock tells her its almost noon, and she nearly falls out of bed as she struggles to free herself from the bedsheets.  She’d pulled on a shirt sometime last night, but she grabs an old pair of shorts from the floor and tugs them on as she sweeps out into the living room.  “I’m not going to say a word,” Piper remarks easily, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand as Percy shuts the door behind her (and he is most assuredly still shirtless, leaving Annabeth with some slightly irked thoughts in her best friend’s direction for putting a temporary halt on continuing last night’s… activities). Read More

percyyoulittleshit said: percy + annabeth +morning after their wedding

romanitas:

The first thing Annabeth notices about the apartment is the smell of pancakes.  A smile edges its way onto her face, because she knows beyond a doubt that they’re going to be blue, and maybe she’s gotten a little attached to the trick. 

The second thing she notices, right after it starts, is the knock on the door; a glance at the clock tells her its almost noon, and she nearly falls out of bed as she struggles to free herself from the bedsheets.  She’d pulled on a shirt sometime last night, but she grabs an old pair of shorts from the floor and tugs them on as she sweeps out into the living room. 

“I’m not going to say a word,” Piper remarks easily, carrying a bag of groceries in one hand as Percy shuts the door behind her (and he is most assuredly still shirtless, leaving Annabeth with some slightly irked thoughts in her best friend’s direction for putting a temporary halt on continuing last night’s… activities).

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AMEN TO THAT
madmadsmadly:

eziocauthon89:

If you say you didn’t read this in his accent, you’re a liar

"his accent" if you didnt read it in the exact same goddamn voice and tone and think of the way his head turned you’re a goddamn disgrace