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Hedwig is a village in Houston. Just thought you guys should know!

#houston #texas #HedwigIsTheBest #IMissHedwig

So. On Webtoon I’m reading Sirens Lament. OMG THE FEELS. I JUST FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO GET THAT OUT BECAUSE I JUST WANT TO SQUEEL AND JUMP ON THE BED AND THROW MY PHONE AND CRY AND ALL THESE EMOTIONS. Yeah. That’s all

#webtoon #feels #idkwhattodo #whydoidothistomyself #canthelpmyself #SirensLament

Percy: Bet you can’t make a sentence without the letter "A".

Annabeth: You thought you did something, didn’t you? Sorry to burst your bubble but numerous sentences could be formed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon.

Life During Interesting Times

this is the last weekend of 2019, just saying

leo: i'm leo valdez

leo: i'm so hot i'm on fire

leo: bad boy supreme

calypso: *kicks his shin under the table*

leo: *eyes filled with tears* call 911

Judge: How do you plead?

Leo: [looks at Piper]

Piper: [mouths “not guilty”]

Leo: Hot milky

Piper: *bangs head on desk* for fucks sake just lock him up.

Annabeth: It’s cold.

Percy : Here have my jacket.

Percy : It’s cold.

Annabeth : *sigh* I know that, Seaweed Brain. *cuddles Percy for body warmth*

Piper : It’s cold.

Jason : *calls on warm and summery winds* better?

Jason : It’s cold.

Piper : *charmspeaks* No it’s not, it’s warm.

Calypso : It’s cold.

Leo : *just heats himself up a bit and walks closer to Calypso*

Leo : It’s cold.

Calypso : *snorts* who am I talking to again? Just heat yourself up. You have fire powers for the gods sake.

Hazel : It’s cold.

Frank : *wraps arms around her shoulders*

Frank : It’s cold.

Hazel : *wraps arms around his waist because she can’t reach his shoulders*

Nico : It’s cold.

Will : Nico, I told you to put on a jacket but nooooo, I’ll be fine, it’s not that cold. Take my jacket, I have two. Doctors orders.

Will : It’s cold.

Nico : Will what do you want me to do? Hug you? You’ve been complaining that my hands are too cold for days. Give you a jacket? I don’t have one. Steal someone else’s? Um… ok.

Will : Nico forget it.

Alex : It’s cold.

Magnus : … uh yeah. Um you want my jacket or something? *blushing*

Magnus : It’s cold.

Alex : Too bad.

jercy getting arrested

Policeman: What're your names?

Percy: don't tell him, Jason

Policeman [writing down]: Jason

Percy: shit

Jason: good job, Percy

Policeman:

Jason: oh fuck

When you’re in the middle of reading Tyrants Tomb, they’re in the middle of a battle, and Apollo’s turning into a zombie but you have to go make a midnight snack to the kids and have to put your 1 year old to bed because he’s getting cranky-

OMGs I NEED TO FINISH THE BOOK BUT I CANT

So! I am now reading Trials of Apollo, the Tyrants Tomb. I am on page 21 and have already gotten Rick Riordan feels. Of course what I mean by that is-

I love Rick Riordan because of the way he throws in gay, bisexual, all of that.

Also, because of the amazing cover!

Ignore my pink covers... lol

Anyways... MERRY CHRISTMAS

#trialsofapollo #rick #rickriordan #loveit #vibes #fandom #pjo #percy #jackson #percyjackson #annabethchase #greek #mythology #greekmythology #christmas #ihopethisisnotoffensive

Annabeth couldn't find any tree to decorate this Christmas. But of course, she came up with something else.

Happy holidays to all of you folks!

When inspiration hits you at exactly 11:55 PM on Christmas Eve and you start typing on a story you have a 4 month writers block on and it actually turns out good. When if you’d tried at a normal hour your fingers would be stiff and you couldn’t have done it.

Yeah, this just happened to me

GUYS GUYS GUYS!!! You know how there’s this thing where you translate Percy Jackson will never die and everything? I just did Jasón Grace. Read the TOA books before this, or else it’ll be spoiled.

Jason Grace dies in Trials of Apollo.

Do you see this??!!! It doesn’t say he’ll never die! It says his grace will never be lost!

We most definitely need this.

So anyway when is Estelle Blofis having her own saga?

So , Percy’s little sister’s name is Estelle.

So Estelle=Star 

and if that’s the case…star like Bob and Zoe? I crying pls help.

it is wednesday my dudes

julie,, the team took a hard L today...... cheer me up with some headcanons about annabeth and estelle's future sisterly relationship please and thanks

first of all I’m sorry your team lost I’m sure you’ll win the next game bc you definitely deserve it❤️

second aNNABETH AND ESTELLE (who I’m from now on referring to as Stella) HAVE THE BEST RELATIONSHIP EVER

- so Annabeth wasn’t there when Stella was born because she was busy visiting her dad in California and helping him with something - But Percy called her from the hospital waiting room and he’s like, talking so fast because he’s kind of freaking out because his mom is having a baby and he just has to sit and wait and he’s BORED and he wants to talk to Annabeth and he’s rambling on and on- And she just lets him and then after a little bit he finds out she was born and he like has to hang up and go meet her- And Annabeth rushes to finish her stuff with her dad and basically gets on the next plane to New York and she gets there two days after Stella’s born and meets them at the apartment (which she absolutely has a key to) when they get home from the hospital and of course Sally lets Annabeth hold her and she’s so small and Stella smiles at her and Annabeth just like melts a little inside because she’s so cUTE- and you know Stella’s favorite babysitter (aside from her big brother) is Annabeth- They read together a lot. The kids books are easier on Annabeth’s dyslexia and Stella loves hearing them so much - Annabeth actually is the one who takes Stella to get her ears pierced for the first time when she’s eight. Sally was going to buy something came up and she was busy, so Annabeth took her- Annabeth bought her a pair of owl earring just like her own so they could match and they’re Stella’s favorite pair of earrings- Stella got Annabeth into Harry Potter. Nothing’s been the same since.- Annabeth asked Stella to be the flower girl at their wedding and Stella was ecstatic- Annabeth and Stella watch a Disney movie once a month every month for four years straight with no breaks. They’ve got a streak going and they’re not going to break it (there are many repeats but hey, they’re good movies. And they watch all the Pixar movies too.)- When Stella’s little, she practically begs Sally and Paul to buy her tons of wooden blocks to play with. She and Annabeth build huge castles that fill Stella’s entire room and go into the hallway - She has to write an essay in school on who her role model is. Guess who she picks.

Reblog to join the I Would Die To Protect Estelle Blofis Protection Services

“When you turn 18, people are gonna try and tell you to buy drugs or cigarettes because you can. No. You know what else is legal to buy at 18? Blades. Get yourself a damn sword. A big knife is also okay.”

— Percy Jackson, talking to his baby sister Estelle

Friendly reminder that Percy also has a little sister!

Sally, returning with Paul from a date: Estelle didn't give you any trouble, did she?

Percy, beaming: Not at all. She asked if she could have ice cream for breakfast and I told her no.

Sally: Oh good, she's really been pushing boundaries lately.

Percy, continuing obliviously: But then she told me I wasn't her best brother anymore so we compromised. She's on her second bowl and I'm now the best brother in the whole wide world.

Sally: ...

Paul: Seems reasonable.

if y’all don’t think percy has to play baby shark at LEAST 10 times a day to appease to Estelle’s demands you’re wrong

“What’s His Name?”

TW/CW: pregnancy, childbirth

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“Mrs. Jackson?” Sally was yanked from her fatigue by the timid young nurse’s voice. She was young. Inexperienced.

Sally shook her head, shaking the sleep from the corners of her mind. “It’s just Sally.”

The nurse smiled. Ellen, her nametag said. “Would you like to hold your baby?”

Already, before she could respond, Sally’s arms were outstretched, reaching toward the bundle in the nurse’s arms. Congratulations, Ms. Jackson, the doctor had said, it’s a boy.

Ellen handed the tiny boy to her, and Sally held her breath as she took her son and held him to her chest. Her son.

He was so small. His wrinkly brown skin would smooth out as he grew older, the way babies always seem to grow into their skin, like those little toys you could add water to that Sally used to buy from vending machines outside her local grocery store. His tiny little nose would grow up smelling cookies and wrinkling up at the thought of homework, and those tiny hands would grab and grasp and clutch at everything they could as he got older, learning to hold pencils and mugs full of cocoa and eventually a sword that carried a curse thousands of years old, and his little shoulders would one day hold the weight of the world on them, but for now, no.

For now, he slept soundly, this seven pound three ounce baby with a thin covering of dark fuzz on his head that Sally gingerly cradled because babies were so fragile, and this baby was the most important baby in the world because he was her son and he was in her arms and he was breathing peacefully.

She didn’t know yet, of course, that this baby, her baby, truly would grow up one day to be the most important person in the world. At that moment, he was just one of dozens of babies born in the early hours of a hot August day in New York. Sally held him tighter.

Yes, at this moment, he could be anyone, his fate not yet decided for him. Sally knew better than to believe that, of course, but she let herself hope for just one second that this was true. 

“He’s beautiful,” Ellen said, and Sally nodded, careful not to wake her son. His steady breathing tickled her collarbone.

His eyes were shut tight, but she already knew they were as green as the ocean on an overcast day.

“What’s his name?”

His name. Sally had thought it through so many times, coming home to her tiny studio apartment, feet aching after a long day waiting tables. She would rest her hand on her swelling belly as she made a cup of tea for herself and thought of baby names.

Work friends had suggested cute names: Amanda, Rebecca, Maria if it was a girl, Ben, Jaime, Corey if a boy. None of those names sounded right. They were alright names, but her baby was special, she knew. Why give her child an average name when they would be anything but?

If it’s a girl, she thought, Atalanta. Addie for short. She would grow up to be strong and swift and independent. A survivor who needed no rescuing.

And a boy? This was harder. Sally pored over names. Jason didn’t seem right. Hector, she considered briefly, but she didn’t want her son to grow up knowing tragedy, especially not the tragedy of watching his home destroyed. Obviously not Paris.

Those nights, watching the hours tick away as she felt him kicking in her stomach, she never could have guessed he would know worse tragedy than she had feared. She wasn’t aware of the way her heart would break when she saw her son at twelve years old, cursing his father because would it kill him to come around once in a while? She couldn’t have known she would meet the girl with gray eyes that were thousands of years too old for such a little girl but who made her baby’s green eyes light up and his lips curl up in a smile even if he wasn’t aware of the way his face shifted near her. She didn’t know yet that one day, the Empire State Building would be lit up blue and she would drop to her knees by the side of a blue Porsche and listen to her heart just pound for a moment because it meant her heart was still alive.

She just needed a name, really. A name that meant he would overcome every monster, literal or figurative, he encountered -  a name that would bring a long life of epic adventure. A name that meant a happy ending.

So she smiled when Ellen asked her what her son would be named. She made her decision under harsh fluorescent lights with dark circles under her eyes and her entire body aching, hoping that if she took all of these unpleasant aspects of life for her son, he could escape the pain for which he was fated.

What’s his name?

“Perseus,” she said. “Percy for short.”