ZThemes

i'm a dragon slayer

You can call me Vicky or Viv, it's your decision. I'm fifteen years old and I live in Argentina, after all is a beautiful place but I want to travel across the world. I'm in a lot of fandoms and yes, I love it. +

Sorry if my english sucks, I'm doing my best.

ビクトリア

❝No matter what situation a shinobi must keep emotions on the inside… you must make the mission your top priority, and you must possess a heart that never shows tears.❞


Shiny Eevee & Glaceon

Shiny Eevee & Glaceon

(Source: west-sea-gastrodon)

percabooty:


O R A C L E  O F  D E L P H I (5/? characters)
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happy birthday Saheli!

percabooty:

O R A C L E  O F  D E L P H I (5/? characters)

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happy birthday Saheli!

the Seven + Nico and Reyna

(Source: tartarhus)

percysjacksoned:

whathappensonolympustayonolympus:

creakandsqueak:

percysjacksoned:

boobears-nialler:

leo-the-7th-wheel:

F is for friends who kill all the monsters

U is for underwater kisses

N is for never giving up hope for our bbs in the pits of hell

Percy Jackson’s fandom definition of “fun”

F IS FOR FIRE THAT BURNS DOWN LEO’S MOM

U IS FOR THE UNDERWORLD WHERE OUR DEAD CHARACTERS ARE

N IS FOR NO ONE WILL SURVIVE!

whoa i turned this post into something rather dark, didn’t I?

(Source: percywinchester)

your house will be like your family.

(Source: foundersofhogwarts)

(Source: loganlerman)

C’mon, Rin, cut it out!

(Source: chireans)

(Source: woodleydaily)

Then I notice something is rising up around me. Smoke. From fire. Not the flickery stuff I wore last year in the chariot, but something much more real that devours my dress. I begin to panic as the smoke thickens. Charred bits of black silk swirl into the air, and pearls clatter to the stage. Somehow I’m afraid to stop because my flesh doesn’t seem to be burning and I know Cinna must be behind whatever is happening. So I keep spinning and spinning. For a split second I’m gasping, completely engulfed in the strange flames. Then all at once, the fire is gone. I slowly come to a stop, wondering if I’m naked and why Cinna has arranged to burn away my wedding dress. But I’m not naked. I’m in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it’s the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that’s when I see myself on the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings. Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.

(Source: fireisscatching)