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May the Bach memes never end

Things that are definitely good ideas:

Taking a bunch of parrots, teaching them to mimic instrument sounds, and forming an orchestra or band out of parrots

I honestly can’t stand being in orchestra sometimes. Like, if you could just stop playing an open A string when we have an Ab, then maybe we wouldn’t have to stop everytime for you to fix it and then hear you complain about it, NICOLE.

every time i remember that harry named one of his kids after snape but not hagrid i actually feel my soul leave this plane of existence for like 20 minutes

SO CUTE

I love this wow

This fic is amazing and I love it. Coffeeshop au that’s perfectly angsty and sweet all at the same time.

Rating: General

Warning: Implied past abuse

magnus: alex! stop! why are you trying to kill him?

alex: he stole my chocolate bar!

magnus: lets kill him.

Magnus, in the distance, seeing Hearthstone and Blitzen: two bros chillin in the hot tub, five feet apart ‘cause they’re not gay

#A Man

Troye Sivan - My My My! (Official Video)

I am a serious artist

YES BISH

I can’t believe Adam Rippon murdered every straight athlete and that homophobic reporter in a single interview

POSTERS - Nico Di Angelo, Percy Jackson and the Olympians (requested by @soft-ravenclaw-apollo

“With great power… comes need to take a nap. Wake me up later.”

Will: Wanna see a magic trick?

Nico: Sure.

Will: *grabs Nico’s hand*

Will: Isn’t this magical?

Nico: *soft gasp*

Okay but I need someone to draw this thing where Percy Jackson and Alex Fierro are there, just there, standing, looking like the beautiful demigods they are. Percy with his messy hair and green eyes, Alex with her green hair and bright eyes, the two of them holding their weapons and just, looking absolutely gorgeous.

And somewhere in the background Annabeth and Magnus high five like ‘hell yeah. we the chases get the best ones’

Aleeex

Green Dress

Green Dress

She’s different.

She wasn’t sure what was different about her at first, but something was always off. She’s always felt different than her classmates, back when she was still in school. Long before she was able to put a name to how she felt, she began expressing herself. She’d always been a strong-willed, stubborn person; that’s why she decided to wear what she wanted to, no matter what her father said. She didn’t care.

She would never forget that day, when she was eight-years-old.

She wore a green dress to school.

Before she had left the house, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked pretty (she had wondered if it was okay to say that word) and she was excited. She didn’t think the other kids would like it - but they didn’t have to, she had thought. She was also lucky that she had a good memory, because her parents had outright refused to drive her to school that morning. Her father had, in fact, tried to force the dress off of her. That resulted in a nice set of bruises. She didn’t care.

She traversed the streets, which felt endless to an eight-year-old, to the local elementary school. Her smiled widened as she opened the Main Office doors. She paused, ran her fingers through her short brown hair, and then entered the hallways.

It was an almost instant response. As soon as her peers saw her, their eyes were glued; they couldn’t look away. She remembered all their eyes. Not always the names or the faces - just the eyes. Their smiles, too, and the sound of tens of children all laughing together. She hadn’t understood their laughter, since she had been expecting anger, but she rolled with it. She either gave them a sickly sweet smile, or glared at them. She didn’t care.

She ignored their stares and their whispers, only answering a question when it came from her teacher. Looking back, she remembered the teacher’s facial muscles tightening ever-so-slightly when her only answer to the questioning was that she wore it because she wanted to. Even during class, however, their work was insufficient at silencing the other children. She didn’t care.

And then it all fell apart at recess, she remembered. Her entire grade was outside, playing on the playground. One of the two usual monitors was out sick, unfortunately for her, so there was only one set of adult eyes watching a rambunctious group of eighty or so third graders. That was the perfect opportunity for a certain group of five kids to wander over to her, obviously there to make fun of her. She didn’t care.

They laughed and teased, but she was hardened against their words - it was nothing that she hadn’t already heard from her parents. She had known better than to listen to them, so she hadn’t; she ignored them, continuing to sit on the swing. It became impossible to ignore them when they got angry, and pushed her off. Surprised, she had fallen onto the wood chips haphazardly, scraping her knees. She gulped, but tried to get back to her feet. She didn’t care.

They refused to let her, however. They began kicking and hitting her, in whatever spot they could connect with. Her legs, her knees, her stomach, her arms - it didn’t matter to a bunch of kids. They only hit. And hit. And no matter how many times she tried to get up, five kids was far too many for her to slip past. And it hurt - hurt badly. She knew she cried - how could an eight-year-old not? - but that’s not the vivid part. She remembered the fear - the fear and the pain. In the moment, that’s all she had cared about, the fear and the pain; not whether she cared.

Eventually, her screams reached the monitor’s ears. They came over and made the kids stop, helping her to her feet and helping her to the nurse’s office. The kids were removed from the playground; sent to the principal’s office. She believes that they got suspended. She was warned, though, not to provoke other children. They told her that it wasn’t her fault, but it was. And this time, she cared.

She knew why they beat her up.

Because boys aren’t supposed to wear dresses.

alex stealing magnus’s clothes

Fierrochase watching Coco:

*in the movie*

Hector: I’m the love of your life???

Imelda: *glares to him*

Magnus: Oh wow, this is actually the best summary of our lives!!

Alex: don’t be silly sunshine, we’re dead

MAGNUS CHASE SPOILERS I love that Magnus’s introspective skills are complete and utter garbage when it comes to his sexuality.

He has been attracted to Alex since he MET her, and the first time he even thought about the possibility that he’s not straight was when Alex kissed him as a guy.

Iconic.

HOW TO FLIRT WITH A SUNSHINE BOY

Rick Riordan’s Fandom

Ok, we are Happy, very Happy.

Solangelo is canon

Percabeth is canon

Fierrochase is canon

Percy met Magnus

Jack is in love with Riptide

Almost all of our favourite characters are still alive (Magnus and Alex, you are included)

But this fandom needs one more thing.

One more most important thing.

We need a meeting between Alex and Nico.

We need this.

Just, imagine.

Alex helps Nico with his sexuality and Nico explains to Alex how to flirt with a sunshine boy

Please Uncle Rick, write again for us

Magnus: You are pretty cute when you're being nice.

Alex: Then what am I when I'm not nice?

Magnus: Hot as fuck.

Alex: I like your pants.

Magnus: Thanks. They were 50% off.

Alex: I’d like them 100% off.

Magnus: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Alex: That’s not what I-

Magnus: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Alex.

Reasons I’m Magnus Chase:

Dead (inside)

Hopelessly in love with Alex Fierro

Sam: Let me get this straight-

Alex: More like can I run this bi you.

Magnus: Let’s pan this out.

Blitz: How about we ace-ss the situation?

Mallory: Lesbianest with one another.

Hearth:

Hearth: I’m gay.

Magnus: Alex asked me how I slept last night, and I didn't know whether to say "good" or "okay".

Magnus: I got nervous so I said, "gay".

Magnus: Hey Sam, can you pass the salt?

Samirah: *throws Alex across the table*

Magnus: *jokingly* So how's the prettiest person in the world?

Alex: I dunno. How are you?

Magnus: *chokes*

Alex: *oops* jUST rEmeMBeRED!!¡¡ pOTTerY tO Do!!!! gOTtA gO!!!

Alex: *walks away*

Magnus: Did she really mean that?

Alex: Did I really mean that?

magnus: as you can see, alex here has heterochromatic eyes

alex: or as I like to call them “the only hetero thing about me”

FOR REAL

does rick know I’ve been reading his books since elementary and now, as a high schooler, his books are the only thing that get me through life

Alex: You aren’t allowed to fall in love with me, okay?

Magnus: Won't be a problem.

[One week later]

Magnus: T H E R E ’ S A P R O B L E M