The Human Body is a fascinating thing.
Our hearts are made to pump blood to our organs
Our brains are made to think and interpret the world around us
Our legs are made to mobilize us
Our arms are made to give us the ability to create
Our bodies are made to keep this world going
Our hearts are made to feel emotions and allow us to love and cherish
Our brains are made to think of our dreams and interests
Our legs are made to let us run through empty fields and towering cities, feeling unstoppable
Our arms are made to embrace one another as we live in harmony and equality
Our bodies are made to keep this world going
We use our hearts to make
So I realized this earlier when I was reading through some comments. I replied to a comment a couple weeks ago, and I used my friends' names. A thought came into my head that these names can mean different things to different people. I mean, to me, the names Katie and Sarah mean two of my best friends. But to someone else, it could be a sister or a best friend or an enemy, a mom or an aunt, a girlfriend or an ex, and I would never know. I couldn't understand because that's not how I see them. When someone around me, be it real life or online, says a name I know, my mind immediately goes to who I know. It might my one of my sisters, one of my
Nico di Angelo Oneshot: Request for Caroline by rainbowolympian, literature
Literature
Nico di Angelo Oneshot: Request for Caroline
Nico’s POV
Amazing. Funny. Beautiful. Intelligent. One of a kind. My Everything. These were all words that could be used to describe her. If you asked me how she managed to wedge herself into my heart, a child of Hades’ heart, that used to be secluded, dark, and terrifying, I wouldn’t have an answer. She just came into my life, and I couldn’t get her out. At the time, I was incredibly annoyed with the daughter of Poseidon for refusing to leave me alone. But now, I couldn’t be happier.
People have asked me what I love about her. My answer: everything. The way her smile seems to light up the room, the way her
Percy Jackson Oneshot: Jealous? by rainbowolympian, literature
Literature
Percy Jackson Oneshot: Jealous?
You were a daughter of Apollo, and you were teaching your boyfriend Percy archery lessons. It was going pretty well, until he started getting bored. He started messing around with the bow and arrows, not even aiming at the target anymore. Of course, this didn’t end well. He ended up shooting Leo, who was walking by, in the shoulder with an arrow.
While Percy was laughing his ass off, you ran over to Leo, who was holding his shoulder, a long shaft sticking out between his fingers.
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You asked, moving his hand away
“Oh yeah, totally fine.” He laughed,
Nico di Angelo Oneshot: Merry Christmas by rainbowolympian, literature
Literature
Nico di Angelo Oneshot: Merry Christmas
As you hung the last red light around the large window in your small home overlooking the breath-taking scenery of the forests of New York, you hummed along to the song playing on the stereo. The house was decorated with winter spirit, with delicate gold and red snowflakes hanging from the ceiling over the island in the kitchen, gold and green garlands outlining doorways, a small wreath hanging from the front door, the delicate black mistletoe (a present from Hades and Persephone) hanging from the archway leading to the living room, where the 5 foot tall Christmas tree sat in the corner, decorated with gold, red, and black ornaments with
The Human Body is a fascinating thing.
Our hearts are made to pump blood to our organs
Our brains are made to think and interpret the world around us
Our legs are made to mobilize us
Our arms are made to give us the ability to create
Our bodies are made to keep this world going
Our hearts are made to feel emotions and allow us to love and cherish
Our brains are made to think of our dreams and interests
Our legs are made to let us run through empty fields and towering cities, feeling unstoppable
Our arms are made to embrace one another as we live in harmony and equality
Our bodies are made to keep this world going
We use our hearts to make
So I realized this earlier when I was reading through some comments. I replied to a comment a couple weeks ago, and I used my friends' names. A thought came into my head that these names can mean different things to different people. I mean, to me, the names Katie and Sarah mean two of my best friends. But to someone else, it could be a sister or a best friend or an enemy, a mom or an aunt, a girlfriend or an ex, and I would never know. I couldn't understand because that's not how I see them. When someone around me, be it real life or online, says a name I know, my mind immediately goes to who I know. It might my one of my sisters, one of my
Nico di Angelo Oneshot: Request for Caroline by rainbowolympian, literature
Literature
Nico di Angelo Oneshot: Request for Caroline
Nico’s POV
Amazing. Funny. Beautiful. Intelligent. One of a kind. My Everything. These were all words that could be used to describe her. If you asked me how she managed to wedge herself into my heart, a child of Hades’ heart, that used to be secluded, dark, and terrifying, I wouldn’t have an answer. She just came into my life, and I couldn’t get her out. At the time, I was incredibly annoyed with the daughter of Poseidon for refusing to leave me alone. But now, I couldn’t be happier.
People have asked me what I love about her. My answer: everything. The way her smile seems to light up the room, the way her
Percy Jackson Oneshot: Jealous? by rainbowolympian, literature
Literature
Percy Jackson Oneshot: Jealous?
You were a daughter of Apollo, and you were teaching your boyfriend Percy archery lessons. It was going pretty well, until he started getting bored. He started messing around with the bow and arrows, not even aiming at the target anymore. Of course, this didn’t end well. He ended up shooting Leo, who was walking by, in the shoulder with an arrow.
While Percy was laughing his ass off, you ran over to Leo, who was holding his shoulder, a long shaft sticking out between his fingers.
“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You asked, moving his hand away
“Oh yeah, totally fine.” He laughed,
So I realized this earlier when I was reading through some comments. I replied to a comment a couple weeks ago, and I used my friends' names. A thought came into my head that these names can mean different things to different people. I mean, to me, the names Katie and Sarah mean two of my best friends. But to someone else, it could be a sister or a best friend or an enemy, a mom or an aunt, a girlfriend or an ex, and I would never know. I couldn't understand because that's not how I see them. When someone around me, be it real life or online, says a name I know, my mind immediately goes to who I know. It might my one of my sisters, one of my