His eyes surveyed the room. Burnt cookies piled on top of each other, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all over the counter top, and glasses filled with kool aid. The sight of these triggered memories that he had forced himself to forget - memories that had no place in his mind anymore.
“Luke,” a voice from behind him said. “My son, Luke? Is that you?”
The Hunters never forget to look up at the stars at night to greet their sister.
No one knew where Luke’s Backbiter was after the war until the day Annabeth found it in the Poseidon cabin.
What if there’s monsters here on tumblr and see’s that list.
lol. What are they going to do with their tumblrs? Send anon hate? HAHAHAHA funny.
I gained around 15 new followers. Are you serious? Thank you all so much. xx
WAIT I CAN”T BREATHE I CAN BARELY TYPE PROPERLY MY FANGIRLING IS TO AN ALL TIME HIGH WAIT I CANT BREATHE SOMBODY HELP WAIT WHAT WAIT WAIT MORE LUKERCY MOMENTS TO COME OMG WAIT JAKE ABEL IS PERFECTION DO YOU GUISE KNOW THAT WHAT WAIT WAIT I CANT BREATHE LIKE LEGIT
EVERYONE JUST CALM THE FUCK DOWN WAIT OMG WHAT
This is surrender to a war-torn life I’ve lived. Scars and stripes forever. In need of change I can’t resist.
