Me In An Interrogation Room: It Wasn't My Fault.

Me in an interrogation room: It wasn't my fault.

Police officer: My file says that there were ten knife wounds. You stabbed him.

Me: No. He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times.

A friend from school is writing a Percy Jackson fic. The catch is: they have never read the series. They are going off of the names and their basic understanding of Greek mythology. So far, Chiron is a wizard and Grover will be referred to as Grover Cleveland.

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Amazing

Yes yes yes yes

percy and annabeth slow dancing to everything has changed (taylor’s version) around their kitchen in the refridgerator light at midnight k bye