A Little Apartment With Their Wedding Photos On The Walls

A little apartment with their wedding photos on the walls

I know Rick has decided that Percy will be perpetually 17, but I do love thinking about how old Percy would be right now according to his birth year--1993. He and Annabeth are in their thirties now, they've both graduated from university. Annabeth is the biggest name on the architecture scene and Percy has found a career in something he excels at and loves (perhaps marine biology, but in my personal headcanon, being a social worker for kids from bad situations). They still catch up with Grover and their many demigod friends often and enjoy the relative peace and quiet with all the prophecies falling onto the next generation of demigods.

They've got a little apartment with their wedding photos on the walls and weapons ready on the sideboard just in case any monster foolishly dares to attack the greatest demigods of all time. They volunteer at Camp Half Blood throughout the year as mentors and trainers, and Annabeth is helping to design an extension to make the camp a city for demigods like New Rome. Young demigods revere them as even more amazing than their own godly parents, but Mr. D always complains that the two are still just as rowdy and mischievous as they were when they were kids. Maybe they have already have a kiddo themselves or plans to have one soon.

Guys, they are living their happily ever after right now. It makes me so happy.

Six of Crows au where everything is the same but Kaz wears eyeliner

Jesper: I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. Just you wait.

Jesper: You'll be waiting a while but just you wait

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

Athena calling Odysseus and telemachus her friends

Conversations I Think Happened in the Grasslands Pt. 2:

Part 1 here

Lloyd: So your the First Spinjitzu Master right. Does that mean you’re good at all types of spinning or just spinjitzu?

FSM: Elaborate.

Lloyd: Like pirouettes and fouettés? Because Cole taught me how to do them and they’re really fun.

FSM, sighing: Yes, I can do those and I’m rather good at them.

Lloyd, delighted: This is the best day of my life!

Lloyd: So what was my dad like as a child?

FSM: He was a lot nicer than you’d think. Quite a lovely child, even after the venom. The venom didn’t really properly quick in until his late teens you know.

FSM: Now Wu on the other hand.

Lloyd: So if you’re half Oni and half dragon why do you look human?

FSM: Because Oni are shapeshifters and I didn’t want to spend the entire time you were here bending over to look at you and end up myself back pain.

Lloyd: Why would be you be bending over?

FSM: Because I’m 10’6.

Lloyd: What?! Why am I short then?

FSM: I don’t know but you certainly didn’t get it from me.

Lloyd: So why'd you have to divid the continent in two anyway

FSM: It seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides it worked didn't it?

Lloyd: ...

FSM: Will you stop judging me I was a teenager!

Lloyd: So was I and I didn't have to divided the continent

Lloyd: *Thinking*

Lloyd: Wait how old were you when made Ninjago then?

FSM: Younger than that.