Todo o meu amor para as produções brasileiras
(All my love for brazilian productions)
Real
words cannot describe the joy you feel when you finally find the fic you've been looking for for the past weeks
A vida não presta
I am in love with this fanart
happy late birthday, lord 2nd <333
Post-NWH peter getting a tattoo of 1. his name (in case somehow the spell starts affecting HIM too) 2. the handwritting of his loved ones.
He gets a heart that May drew on a note in his lunch, that he kept. He gets MJ's initials in her handwriting, taken off a letter she wrote him and slipped in his locker. He gets a drawing Tony once did on his robotics homework, of DUM-E (and he dosn't include the caption Stark wrote, "this is DUM"), and he gets Ned's writing, "guy in the chair", a "signature" he once left on a paper after Peter traced out the plan for one of his patrols.
Peter spent the last of his money on them. If he died before they remember him, he wants them with him.
(He finds, after that, that Peter is a lot more careful about his injuries. He hadn't had the motivation, until now, to stop himself from getting hurt. But he couldn't get an injury where the tattoos were. He couldn't mess up the last piece of them.)
Real
Percy: Where's dad?
Triton: Don't worry, I'll find him.
Triton, shouting: Percy Jackson is stupid!
Percy: Hey!
Poseidon, distantly: Percy is the smartest demigod ever! The greatest! Even better than Hercules and Athena's spawns! Whoever said that will taste this trident-
Triton: Found him.
QUE BELA NOITE PRA SER BRASILEIRO PORRA
BRASIL NÚMERO UMMMMM
thalia: i can cause lightning
percy: so can i
thalia: okay yeah but only when you’re creating big storms, and you can’t direct it
percy: it’s still lightning
thalia:
thalia: i can cause brutal winds
percy: so can i. with storms.
thalia: i can make heavy rain
percy: so can my storms—
thalia: and thunder!
percy: you can see where i’m going with this, right?
thalia, glaring at him: fuck off, percy
percy: okay. should i take my storms full of rain, wind, thunder, and lightning with me?
thalia, rolling her eyes: i really don’t know how annabeth deals with you
percy: she likes storms