"Your father," Annabeth murmured. "This is really not good." "It is determined," Chiron announced. All around me, campers started kneeling, even the Ares cabin, though they didn't look happy about it. "My father?" I asked, completely bewildered."Poseidon," said Chiron. "Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God." x
I will never not reblog this, because it just gives me so many feels.
what do you mean drawn better thats the best fucking stickman ive ever seen fuck you
Lately I’ve been clearing out my likes, and I came across this. You don’t know it, Mr. Swain, but you may just have inadvertently gotten me out of an art slump.
THE MOST FUN
It bugs me when people are unnecessarily mean. Like, you didn’t have to make that comment. You could have just kept your mouth shut and left that person not feeling bad about themselves. What do you gain from making someone else feel like shit? Nothing of substance. Maybe a fleeting moment of power but that’s gone as soon as it comes so why? There’s enough unhappiness in the world without you adding to it.
me showing my art to online people:
me showing my art to real-life people: