998 posts
Brianna172 - Untitled - Tumblr Blog
Wake up, it’s 5 o clock. We need to throw that pigskin around on the old stomping grounds.
Knowing that Ted keeps his identification in his back pocket in TGWDLM means that it is entirely possible that the homeless man still has his ID card. Though, I believe if someone were to find it somehow, both the name and picture would be incredibly faded and scratched out just as extra proof that he will always just be the homeless man.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS
WHO IS USING THIS
AN APP??? THEY HAVE A FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
THE LAST FUNCTIONING WEBSITE
umm i need reassurance that my presence is wanted but i can’t ask for reassurance because that’s really Embarrassing and it wouldn’t feel genuine if i asked for it
"We have to make sure you become recognized as a first-rate prosecutor, don't we? .......It wouldn't be very interesting otherwise."
When Zestial gets fed up
[After the quest in TLT]
Annabeth: Hey, I wanted to give you something
Percy: Hm?
[Hands him an intricately woven band]
Percy: What is this?
Annabeth: It's a gift
Annabeth: Athena is a goddess of crafts too, not just war
Annabeth: I never practiced weaving much, but I wanted to make you something, to show that we're friends now you know?
Percy, trying not to smile: So you made me a friendship bracelet?
Annabeth, embarrassed, trying to grab it: You don't have to wear it if you don't want it!
Percy, laughing, batting her hands away: No way! I'm gonna wear it forever back off!
frank: hey guys, what’s up?
annabeth: hi frank
frank: uh, why is percy looking at you like you betrayed him or something
percy, staring at annabeth with an open jaw and hurt in his eyes:
annabeth: oh he’s been like that for 10 minutes. i explained to him that there's no way to know if we’re actually seeing the same colors. for example, what I see as "red" might look like "blue" to him, but since we’ve both been taught to call that color "red," we assume we're seeing the same thing. when in reality, the colors we see could be totally different, but we’d never know because we use the same names for them.
frank, looking distressed: that… that’s an awful thing to say to someone
Annabeth in fanon: cold, calculating, allergic to fun and joy, the sensible one who keeps percy from making fun but bad choices.
Annabeth in canon: soft, crybaby, chaotic, sensitive, funny, loving, whimsical, dying to throw a rager in a deadly goddesses house.
Thalia's point of view must be so surreal because imagine the horror, the tragedy, and the cruelty, of dying... but then not. but you're not alive either. At least, not in the way you used to be. You're more or less caught, trapped, in this liminal state of being. You're still growing... but when you wake up you're not the age you should be. And suddenly, the little seven year old girl you helped protect and cared for and treated as your little sister is practically your age now. And your best friend, a boy that was a mere two years older than you is now a grown man, hardened and distorted by the very hate you saw the beginnings of. that you commiserated with.
REBLOG IF YOU SUPPORT QUEER PEOPLE MORE THAN QUEER PEOPLE SUPPORT THEMSELVES
cut up some junk mail part 4
CAMP AMBER ROAD
In the year 1860, Camp Half-Blood migrated from Europe to America. For the European demigods who weren't brought there, it meant being left behind to fend for themselves.
And although the monster attacks became less frequent and the monsters less vicious, a dark era began.
Times changed, traveling abroad became more available to the common man. The American camp came within reach for the European demigod population again, but this isn't the only possiblity anymore: within the borders of Poland, a brand new camp was opened, now welcoming demigods from all of Europe!
Right now, in 2024, summer is about to start and Principal Lydia Wieczorek, daughter of Clio, is welcoming you in the Jan Parandowski School Complex no.3 in Janczarno!
But just what is the school administration hiding from the student-campers? What the hell is the Atreus Bunker, what's the big deal about it and why is the New Parandowski Association so obsessed with finding it?
@lunii12
i should’ve been at the clubbb (she/him)
PLEASE DON’T IGNORE OUR CRY FOR HELP
Hi friends,
My name is Ashley , and I’m a queer refugee originally from Uganda, now living in a refugee camp . I know this might seem unexpected, but I felt the need to reach out because we are in a situation of desperate urgency.
I represent a group of fellow LGBTIQ refugees here, and we are facing unimaginable hardships. Many of us are starving, without food, water, or proper medical care. Some are living with HIV/AIDS and have no access to life-saving medications. The situation here is truly dire. On top of that, we live in constant fear of persecution under Sudan’s harsh anti-LGBTIQ laws.
I’m embarrassed to ask for help this way, but we are at a breaking point. We urgently need support just to survive. Any donation—no matter how small—could save lives in our community. If you’re unable to give, please don’t ignore this message. Sharing this post could reach someone who can help.
Please consider supporting us or spreading the word. This is our reality, and your help can be the lifeline we so desperately need.
GoFundMe Link:
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time to read this. Your compassion means everything in a time like this.
With gratitude,
Ashley.
in maybe my literal worst display of optics in ages, I turned on my phone in public, immediately there was an image of a valknut (I had been explaining the bastille situation to a friend), and in my panic to close it I tabbed directly into my bluesky timeline where someone had just retweeted massive anime boobs
My best friend who died for no reason would have been 40 today. I think when people die it's tempting to make them into saints, which he certainly wasn't, but without exaggerating his qualities he was and is one of my favorite people, and if you met him i think he would've been one of yours. He was my favorite for a lot of reasons I can't imitate or match -- his intelligence, his kindness, his patience, his artistic daring. But he was also my favorite because he was interested in and curious about so many things, particularly other people, and that is something I or anyone can emulate, which is why Sept. 20 is my personal Curious About Someone Else's Area of Interest Day! In honor of my dead friend I would love for you to tell me something you are learning or doing that's taking up space in your brain. Are you learning a new language, did you write six pages of a novel, did you try linocut (!), are you studying gene expression, do you have a new pet lizard, did you visit an arboretum? I would love to hear about it. and so would your friends probably even if you think they wouldn't. before my friend died i loved hearing him talk about dramaturgy and would've loved to listen to him do it for 24 straight hours, even though i always made fun of him for having a pretentious job. i wish i had 10000 more conversations to remember about this thing he loved.
Sometimes I wish I could just, ya know
Boobs: ON/off
Boobs: on/OFF
Like changing your avatar on a game
Where was that one void bra post can we bring it back
where you put it on and
your boobs go into the void so you’re flat-chested
"Cults are when people do weird religious rituals 🙄" cults are actually when you're in a high control group and lose all your friends and money and family members and ability to make personal choices, actually. You can do weird religious rituals at home right now for zero dollars down— try it! It's fun! You can even get your friends to join in, or your aunt! or your dog!or someone else who's cool to mess around with! If you sign up for an emotional support group and it sucks all your money for participation fees and encourages you to shun people who aren't "supportive" enough for your journey and stops you from pursuing any healthy long term goals like further education or having kids, however, that's a cult.
Want to learn more? Try reading about the BITE model on authoritarian control today 👍🏽
Repost from my twitter.