TW: PANIC ATTACKS STARING AT PERCY UNTIL THE END BE SAFE PLEASE AND THANK YOU

When Hazel was little, she had a dream date. They'd pick her up from her home, have a bouquet of flowers--preferably camellia because Persephone said they meant love--and drive her to a lake where they would lift lanterns into the sky.

    Granted, when Hazel was little, she'd watched Tangled far too many times, according to her parents. Though she would argue there was no such thing.

    When Hazel turned ten, her dream date was going to the movies. Hazel did actually do that once; she was 11 and thought she would be with this one boy forever.

    The date was terrible because they didn't talk the entire time, and they watched a rerun of Troy.

    Now, her dream date would be to get boba and walk around the boardwalk before grabbing some ice cream and sitting near the pier. Hazel would have her phone, so she'd take a picture of the view. The sun was slowly disappearing under the horizon. The blues of the sky shifted into a watercolor painting of oranges and pinks, purples, and blacks. Eventually, the color would leave, leaving them with stars.

    Then when she left her household, Frank gave her a small painting that she'd later frame and hang in her room. It was a watercolor of lilacs, another flower of love.

    Which made Hazel kind of die, but in a good way.

    "It was kind of rushed, but I still wanted you to have it."

    Hazel's mouth went agape. "What do you mean it was kind of rushed. This is beautiful; what the hell."

    Frank's cheeks went red, and he quickly turned away from Hazel. "Um, you mentioned liking boba before. Do you want to get some?"

    Cue the dying, once again.

    "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

-

Alex stared at the letter and fucking shrieked.

    Samirah came running in, no hijab and horrendously tangled hair. "Are you okay?"

    Alex looked up at her and slowly shook his head before handing his sister the letter. "I'm dying and might actually cry of happiness."

    Samirah breifly skimmed over the letter. "What is he concerned about--Wait." She reread a particular part. "No, he didn't."

    "He did," Alex squeaked.

    Samirah let out an unholy sound before engulfing Alex in a hug. "This is so cu--Wait, do you want to say it back?"

    "Yes, I'm going to fucking say it back, Samirah!" Alex yelled. "Hang on, I need to tell two more people."

    Alex snapped a picture and sent it.

green on of a bitch: [image]

~gay~: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP IN A GOOD WAY

~gay~: MA'AM/SIR HOLY FUCK

the best person ever: SCREAMING

~gay~: I'M LITERALLY ALREADY CRYING FROM HEARTSTOPPER, AND THEN YOU DO THIS

the best person ever: oo, is it good?

~gay~: it's the wholesome gay shit we all need in our lives

green son of a bitch: ^^

green son of a bitch: nick is a golden retriever

~gay~: facts

~gay~: BUT BACK TO THE MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THING

the best person ever: YES, ARE WE SAYING IT BACK

green son of a bitch: duh

~gay~: you don't feel pressured, right?

~gay~: because you can't say that if you don't mean it

green son of a bitch: I do not feel pressured.

green son of a bitch: literally, my mental health is at an all-time high rn

~gay~: awww

green son of a bitch: please #silvamclean is cuter

~gay~: perdón?

green son of a bitch: not the Spanish

green son of a bitch: silva+mclean=silvamclean

~gay~: that's a disgusting ship name

the best person ever: yeah, it's ugly

green son of a bitch: do you have better ideas

the best person ever: yes

the best person ever: *clears throat*

the best person ever: shelper

~gay~: allow me to confer with pipes

~gay~: personally, i prefer the second one

~gay~: shelper, it is

green son of a bitch: wooow

green son of a bitch: I want proof

~gay~: bet

Shelby Silva Hicks added Piper McLean to the chat.

lightning mclean: hello??

green son of a bitch: silvamclean or shelper

lightning mclean: shelper

lightning mclean: silvamclean is gross and doesn't even have her second last name

~gay~: told you

-

Percy was tired. Was it 7 p.m.? Yes, but that does not matter.

    Besides, he watched a show with Estelle, who was currently asleep on his lap.

    He couldn't really change the show, but it was a kid's show. She-Ra. He found it quite enjoyable, despite the messages of friendship spoon-fed to him. Though, what could he expect? This was marketed for children, after all.

    He mindlessly watched until, all of a sudden, Shadow Weaver physically hurt Catra.

    It wasn't that he wasn't expecting it; after all, the character had done it a few times before, but something about a slap caused all of his muscles to tense as his stomach slowly churned, threatening to puke out his dinner.

    Chills slowly treaded their way down Percy's back while something closed in on his throat. He wasn't breathing.

    Shit, he wasn't breathing.

    Fuck, he's going to fucking die. He didn't want to die. Please, God, he didn't want to fucking die. Not now. Please, please, please.

    No, no. He wasn't dying. He took this risk, and look, now he's panicking. Stop fucking panicking, Perseus.

    He wanted to vomit, he wanted to breathe, he wanted to die, he wanted to live, he wanted this torture to fucking stop. Why won't it stop?

    It's not real. Yes, that's all he needed to remember. None of this was real. It's a fictional world with fictional people. Why was Percy panicking? Stupid fucking Percy.

    Stop it. Not now, not here, not ever. Stop. Stop. Stop. Just stop.

    More and more sweat began to coat him through each thought, despite the cold. He could distinctly feel himself crying, but he must cry quietly.

    Was Estelle saying something? Was she awake? Was he yelling? Please, God, don't be yelling.

    Shit, he couldn't hear a thing.

    Then within a second, it all came blasting back. The sounds of Estelle's breathing was loud and teasing because he couldn't breathe anymore. The television screamed and screamed and even though he didn't know what they said, it hurt.

    This was much worse; he wanted to go deaf again. Stop it, please. Please. Please. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease--

    And then it stopped.

    As if nothing had happened.

    But he remembered it all, and he was still shaking and crying as he scooped up Estelle and placed her in bed.

    His parents were out tonight. Of course, they were. Because fuck Percy, he guessed.

    So, he went with the next best option.

seaweed brain: so

seaweed brain: just had a panic attack

seaweed brain: but for real

seaweed brain: currently shaking and crying and about to throw up

wise girl: ok

wise girl: call me

*content by Bo Burnham start ominously playing*

hello, my violation beans

you may be wondering why i chose this song

well, allow me to parody a part for you

"gabby's been a little depressed AAAaaaAAA"

allow me to share with you why

well, this week i have had 4 finals. and because of those finals i got a migraine and that migraine causes nausea

so, i've not been feeling the best

and then i felt a little bit better

and instead of writing i watch Heartstopper

three times

and then i felt bad again because the girl i told you about texted me again

she said that she still has feelings for me and i was like

bestie wtf

and she was like we should meet up in person and i was like

bestie no

and then she was like we should meet up in person and i was like

bestie... still no

and then she was like we should meet up in person and i was like

if you ask again istg i already said no

and now she isn't talking to me! which is a win, actually

and then i go and write

and i'm like (allow me to parody again)

"look i made you some conteeeent"

seriously though, i am sorry i've been gone.

on a more lighthearted note

L O O K

LOOK AT THAT

AND MY POC HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

FUCKING CANON NOW

THE POC ARE WINNING WITH THIS CAST AND I AM MANIFESTING MORE POC ACTORS

and if i see one (1) racist comment...

bitch you best remember i'm poc too.

you and your white privilege can deal because no, annabeth doesn't need to be blond and no you cannot whitewash hazel or frank or piper

ya know why? because their race is a part of their character arcs

you know whose race doesn't play a part in character arcs? Annabeth's and Grover's

kiss my ass

aNyWaY

as i said heartstopper = comfort show

and if you follow my tumblr you know that i am back on my six of crows bullshit

also, for percabeth fic.

right now, its probably going to be about a 2,000 word chapter coming up and it's taking a while because of everything going on right now

and butterflies will come soon, i promise. i actually have a plan there

also will i go into detail with the frazel ship...

ugh fine. next chapter or two will have it.

and other than that...

i think that i'm done

will wake up to a wave of notifications, as always. don't you dare apologize.

love y'all