“Don’t Call Trump Supporters Nazis, It Hurts Their Feelings.”

A huge number of people are already getting fucked over when it comes to being allowed to cast a vote in the upcoming elections. Let’s try to minimize what that number COULD be as much as possible. It might also be useful to have the number for the ACLU written down (or already in your phone) so you can CALL THEM while still at the polling place and get whatever information is needed in order to see about having the ACLU sue them. Write down names. Get witnesses. Take photos. MAKE IT VERY CLEAR TO THE POLLSTERS THAT YOU ARE GOING TO HOLD THEM ACCOUNTABLE. (Unless you have reason to believe they’re going to be assholes and try to have you arrested for doing so, in which case, be as subtle as possible.)

does anyone hve any sin recommendations i just fell from the garden of eden five seconds ago

mob au • valentine’s day 

Valentine’s Day has always been one of Percy’s favorite holidays. He loves love, and he doesn’t care who knows it, which is why Annabeth grows to take it so seriously. It never mattered much to her before he was in her life, but now that he is, all she ever wants to do is shower him with nice things. Valentine’s Day just happens to be the perfect excuse to do that.

Annabeth watches the slow rise and fall of Percy’s back, moving a finger to lightly trace his name across his smooth skin. She reaches J and he begins to stir, groaning as he lazily rolls himself onto his back.

He stretches his arms above his head, palms flat against the headboard. “Morning, baby,” he says as he turns to look at her.

“Morning, baby,” she says back, perfectly content to keep watching him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Percy smiles from ear to ear, diving forward to place a kiss to Annabeth’s cheek and neck. “Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”

He pulls away but Annabeth chases his lips, her fingers finding his chin to keep him close. She immediately deepens the kiss, fighting off her smile and Percy’s hand lands on her hip.

“You drive me crazy,” she says against his lips.

“Trust me, that’s a two way street,” he says, placing another quick kiss to her lips. “You been up long?”

Annabeth turns to her nightstand to take a quick look at her phone. “A couple hours, but that’s only because I had to get your present ready.”

Percy raises his eyebrows, his eyes shining with curiosity. “Is that so?”

“Mhmm,” Annabeth confirms, biting her bottom lip. “Wanna see it?”

Percy’s eyes glance down at Annabeth’s bare legs, then back. “Always.”

Annabeth cackles, and shakes her head. “That part of your gift is for later. I am talking about part one.”

“I get multiple gifts?” he asks with surprise.

Annabeth runs a hand through the hair that hands in Percy’s face, gently running a finger down past his ear and along his jaw. “Of course you do. Only the best for my valentine.”

Percy tears down the stairs, so excited that he forgoes his usual ride down the bannister. Annabeth follows at a more relaxed pace, tying her black silk robe a little tighter as she reaches the bottom stair.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Percy yells from the living room, and Annabeth smiles wide with satisfaction.

She rounds the corner to find Percy sitting on the floor as two puppies, each with a red ribbon tied to their collar, attack him with kisses.

“YOU GOT US PUPPIES!” he shouts as he looks up at her with tears in his eyes.

Annabeth sits on her shins across from Percy, drawing the attention of the Newfoundland puppy who toddles over to her clumsily. “Are you happy?”

Percy swoops the other puppy into his arms, kissing its head as he nuzzles it. “So happy it’s stupid. But you always make me feel that way.”

Annabeth blushes as she bends down to place a kiss on the Newfoundland’s head. “Would you look at that. Another two way street.”

A few hours later, the pair sit out on a giant picnic blanket in the backyard with a spread of food prepared by Percy as the puppies explore their new territory. Percy lays with his head in Annabeth’s lap, a goofy smile spread across his face as Annabeth plays with his hair. He laughs his way through a story about his and Grover’s middle school days, and Annabeth traces the laugh lines that form at the corners of his eyes. With the sun shining down, his green eyes sparkle like the harbor on a calm summer’s day, and while she has never been a big fan of Valentine’s Day, with a Valentine like Percy Jackson she finds it hard to not relish in the joy of the holiday.

“Will you be my valentine forever?” she asks, her hand resting over his heart.

Percy’s smile somehow grows even wider. “Like you even have to ask.”

She bends down to place a kiss to his forehead but he grunts in protest.

“You missed,” he says with a pout, and points to his lips.

Annabeth smiles and happily complies, kissing his ridiculously soft lips. She pulls up and laughs as, with perfect timing, both puppies appear and launch themselves onto Percy, coming after her next.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Percy,” she says in a daze of happiness.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Annabeth.”

the most depressing part is that it's not even kamala's stance on genocide that is costing her the elections. i wish it were. it's people genuinely shifting for trump. but it's the pro-palestine movement that's going to get the blame for it.

While I think Annabeth is not really a touchy person and fan of PDA, I also think she is extremely physical with Percy, she is either holding his hand, hugging, having his arm around her waist or shoulder. Since book one she is the one to start physical contact between them, from holding his hand in the underworld to asking for a hug in BoTL. Annabeth grew up in a house where she didn’t get physical affection from her dad and we know Athena is a cold as her statue in a winter night, in other words…I’m so happy Annabeth found Percy. 

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In memes where text or panels are edited the originals are always the funniest, case in point:

If you haven’t heard there is a literal massacre going on in Sudan.

People are getting kidnapped, arrested, raped and killed. This has been going on for a few days now but naturally there’s hardly any media coverage.

THE WORLD CARES MORE ABOUT AN EMPTY CHURCH IN FRANCE THAN HUNDREDS OF INNOCENT BLACK MUSLIMS DYING IN SUDAN.

There are a few ways to help:

 - Emergency Medical Aid Donation

- Facebook campaign raising funds for food and other necessities

- International Rescue Committee

- Save The Children

Even if you can’t donate please help spread the news!!

#SudanMassacre

i got emo about percabeth and wrote some pure fucking fluff. that’s all this is. i

47. “I’ve been in love with you for years.” 🥺

Percy Jackson is a coward. 

Freezeframe, record scratch, backtrack to the beginnings of the bad decisions. 

It all went south when Grover threw up. Drunk out of their minds and poor from a long night of bar hopping, the gang piles into an Uber that’s two spots too small to head back to Percy and Grover’s apartment. Grover takes the front seat while Percy and Annabeth are crammed in the backseat behind him—and yes, that’s the same one person seat, because Beckendorf, Silena, and Clarisse are stuffed next to them. Percy curses the Stolls and Katie for living within walking distance of downtown and wonders if anyone will Venmo him back for the Uber. 

If Grover doesn’t get them kicked to the curb, that is. Annabeth shifts in Percy’s lap to hold their friend’s head upright before he can pitch forward on a hard break. Percy tightens his arm around her waist in lieu of a seatbelt. Only a few more miles until they’re home free. 

Clarisse is giving Grover a passionate and profane pep talk from her middle seat when Percy looks her way, and Silena and Beckendorf look like they’re trying to swallow each other on her other side. He buries his face between Annabeth’s shoulder blades and groans. His five star passenger rating is going down in flames. 

“Hey,” Annabeth pinches his arm. “Don’t you go giving out on me too, Jackson. We still have to go up three flights of stairs and I carried Grover last time.” 

“I carried Grover last time.” 

“You carried Connor. Now listen up, we’re almost there and I have a plan.” 

“Oh god, she has a plan.” 

“Shut up. You love my plans.” 

“Whatever you say, captain.” 

“Grover is going to puke as soon as we stop, so I’m going to run and open his door. I need you to push him out of the car the second I’m out.” 

“And if you don’t make it?” 

“I’m gonna make it.” 

The car stops and abruptly ends the argument. Annabeth flies out her door and Percy shoves Grover forward by the shoulders just as he yells about puking. Never bet against Annabeth, or something like that. Grover tumbles onto the sidewalk without leaving a mark in the Uber. 

Instead he throws up on Annabeth. 

The only sound is Clarisse cackling as Percy wrestles his way out of the car. Grover starts crying while Annabeth sits there, covered in vomit and a look of shock. 

He presses his keys into her hand. “You go shower, and I’ll be up there soon with—” The Uber driver starts yelling at Clarisse. “Hang on.” 

He pulls the other three out of the backseat before anything else can go wrong. The Uber speeds away the moment the door closes.

Annabeth pulls Grover to his feet. “You’ll lose Silena and Beckendorf if you try it alone, and I really don’t want to bail anyone out for indecent exposure in the morning. Take Grover before I strangle him.” 

Percy knows better than to question Annabeth when she’s got that fierce look in her eye, so he hoists Grover over his shoulder without the usual sideways comment. “Once is enough, buddy,” he says quietly, hoping Grover doesn’t puke down his back. 

Annabeth leads the way up the stairs, holding Clarisse’s hand and pausing every ten steps to shoo Silena and Beckendorf forward. She’s right, as always: Percy would’ve lost them. But Annabeth handles it with her shoulders squared and her expression fiery, making Percy glad once more that he’s as close to sober as he is. It’s so easy to get dumbstruck looking at her, even when her makeup is smudged and she’s covered in their best friend’s vomit. No matter the circumstances, Percy will always find her beautiful. 

By the time he dumps Grover in his own bed, the lovebirds have claimed the couch and the shower is running. Just as the panic of missing Clarisse strikes, Percy hears Annabeth curse at her from the bathroom. 

“Percy!” she yells.

Then Clarisse. “Yeah, c’mere Twinkle Toes.” 

“Shut up.”

He raps his knuckles against the door. The shower is running. “You okay?” 

The door opens wide enough for Annabeth’s face. “Could you grab me some clothes? I think I left some last time I spent the night.” 

Clarisse coos. “Spent the night, huh?” 

There’s a thud, a curse, and Annabeth nearly slips as she presumably kicks Clarisse. She catches herself just as her bare shoulder comes into view. 

Percy clears his throat. “Uh, yeah. No problem.” 

He retreats to his room and grabs an old sweatshirt and pair of plaid pants for her. She definitely left something of her own the last several times she came over, but sue Percy for enjoying the sight of her in his clothes. 

Clarisse answers the door looking suspiciously like she’s been sprayed by the showerhead. “Do us all a favor,” she hisses, “and tell her how you feel. How long has it been, anyway? Silena owes me money if I’m right.” 

Percy waves her off and tosses the clothes in her face, but once everyone has gone to bed and Annabeth is asleep and smelling like his own bodywash on the other side of his bed, he faces the truth. 

He is a coward harboring a secret truth that shines like sunlight, one that can only be faced alone at night because it’s so blinding. 

“I’ve been in love with you for years,” he whispers, watching her chest rise slowly in the moonlight. 

And then her breath catches, her eyelashes flutter, and Percy is an idiot caught in her headlights. 

She doesn’t move, just swallows deeply and says, “Say that again.” 

“I thought you were asleep.” 

“Percy, please.” 

The please and the fact that she hasn’t run out of the room are the only reasons he’s able to repeat himself. 

“How drunk are you?” She sounds small, unsure, and entirely unlike herself.

He props himself up on his elbow and nearly reaches for her. “Completely sober.” 

And then she’s rolling them over faster than Percy can process, and he would want to slow down this moment if her lips weren’t on his with a fervor he’s only dreamed of. The world is blindingly bright in the midnight morning; the sun isn’t out, but it might as well be. 

Percy says “I love you,” against her mouth, and he thinks maybe he could be brave for her. If being brave means a lifetime of this, he’ll never take the coward’s way out again.

Physics: More pencil tricks

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