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“15 Men React To The Idea Of Taking Their Wife’s Last Name After Marriage”

This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

This is why we download. 

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BDS added this section to their boycott page and I think people really need to read it:

please remember, pushing unorganized boycotts without carefully fact-checking every company in the list can be actively HARMFUL to the boycott movement.

May 18, 2020. João Pedro Mattos Pinto was murdered by the police IN HIS HOME in São Gonçalo, Rio de Janeiro. he was only 14. when the police murdered him, he was PLAYING in his own backyard. his house now has at least 72 bullet holes in it’s walls. and his mom’s heart has one giant hole, that one type that is impossible to be ever filled again.

this happened exactly a week before George Floyd’s murder. João Pedro was black too.

it doesn’t matter where you from. all cops are bastards. all of them. brazillian ones. us cops. even the ones from your country. all of them serve the same racist purposes. 

João Pedro should be remembered. his life and Floyd’s matter so much.

so much respect for the protesters in Minneapolis. 

and they were roommates

by @bipercabeth

Annabeth realizing she likes Percy changes her perspective on several things.

For instance, she’s now overtly aware of how often he’s shirtless around the apartment, and it’s way more frequent than she previously thought.

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madness of hera au

The throne room was absolutely pristine

The white marble of the pillars seemed to shine, and every pillar that had been broken before now stood repaired

Their cracks filled with pure gold

Percy stared up in awe, his eyes tracing every miniscule thread of gold that seemed to tell a story

In the middle of the room sat what had come to be known as the Reformed Council of Olympians (A name proposed (surprisingly) by Apollo and seconded (even more surprisingly) by Athena) around a massive table

As the clop of Chiron’s hooves began to echo through the room, the Olympians all stood to greet their guests

“Percy,” Athena said as she dipped her head in a respectful hello

Percy placed his hand over his heart and bowed slightly. “Lady Athena.”

Poseidon walked around the table and pulled his son into a hug the way swimmers are pulled into a rip current- aggressively and without warning

“Dad…. Dad, I can’t breathe,” Percy wheezed.

“Oh right!” Poseidon said, setting Percy down gently with a chuckle. “Sometimes I forget how fragile mortals are. Plus I’m just so damn proud of you, son.”

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PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF

The night is warm. Annabeth’s cheeks heat with the flush of wine—by now they likely match the red of her Christmas sweater, a thick turtleneck that tickles her jaw. Charles stokes the flames at the fireplace for the first time in the new house, filling the room with the smell of oak and cedar and replacing the smell of dinner lingering in the air. An earnest Rachel chirps over Charles’ shoulder about how to interpret and “read” the flame, which he indulges with the silent amusement only he possesses. Katie and Travis are in a playful argument that will culminate in a kiss any minute, Grover is passing out hot cocoa (with extra marshmallows for Annabeth), and the others are screeching an off-key rendition of “All I Want For Christmas Is You”, which is particularly remarkable when you consider Clarisse singing along with her spiked cider raised high.

Most importantly, warmth emanates from under her where Percy sits with his arm around her waist and a soft smile on his face. He looks so serene, taken out of the moment the way one does in a flash of sudden clarity that they are currently creating a memory they will long to come back to, looking through the lens of nostalgia for a moment they are still in. Somehow Annabeth is in that moment with him, watching their friends through grainy film and hearing them as though the audio plays in the next room over. Everything is muted, glossy, and so so warm.

Percy comes back to himself and presses his lips to Annabeth’s cheek, smiling against the heat of her skin. His hand lifts from her hip to point at the reckless carolers supporting each other with firm embraces and shaky harmonies. “They’re idiots,” he says, but he says it with that smile and it sounds an awful lot like I love them.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “They really are.”

Later in the night once the idiots have been rounded up and herded out the door, Annabeth pauses in the foyer to watch them stumble gleefully, fighting over who gets shotgun in Juniper’s car (Grover) and who gets stuck in the middle seat (Connor). Snow falls softly and settles on Rachel’s curls as she tugs Clarisse’s beanie over her buzz cut and past her eyes, cackling alongside Castor and Pollux and the rest of the gang. Laughter and clinking glass echo from the kitchen where Silena and Beckendorf stayed behind.

The city is cold but the world is warm and full of people Annabeth loves, and therefore it is full of meaning. She turns to Percy, her coat rustling with the movement, and tries to hang on to this warmth, to the man who brought so much of it into her life.

She says, “Thank you,” and it sounds like I love you. It sounds like I love you and it means I love you but there is wine in her system and she’s two seconds away from crying after drinking on an ordinary day with less emotions. If he asks her, she’ll blame the wine and the holidays.

But Percy doesn’t ask her. He finishes pulling on his scarf and coat and looks at her, just looks at her, patient and understanding and in love, the way he has looked at her for the past ten years of their life. Annabeth marvels at her ability to bask in the familiarity of this love. She knows the details of him better than anything; he is the one portrait she can sketch from memory, a monument to permanence in her heart, and still her gaze catches on his freckles even in the winter months when there is no sun to change them. Just in case she misses one.

So she knows he will respond, “Of course,” in that soft tone of his, and she’s ready when his arms wrap around her bundled body. This man, her life partner who drives her crazy in the most maddening and romantic of ways, has given her more than she could ever hope to repay, and he loves her anyway. When her mind plays tricks and plants seeds of doubt, he reassures her. He shows up. Every single time, he shows up.

Their friends are long since corralled by their designated drivers, leaving Percy and Annabeth in the headlights. She pulls him in by the scarf, and they don’t say anything, but it sounds like I love you. Thank you for bringing me in from the cold. Thank you for bringing me home.

Romantic Styles

Inspired by Brooklyn 99, in which Piper and Percy are Jake and Jason and Annabeth are Amy.

Part 1: Blueprints

New York winter is just as Piper had expected it. Cold, cloudy, and lonely. Dramatic, yes, but truthful, also yes.

As soon as the high from the quest to save Hera settled down, Camp Half-Blood began to churn towards the next objective— get the Argo II off the ground. Within a few weeks, the ship started looking less like a hunk of metal and more like a flying Greek warship, one with purpose and a clear path.

It’s all ironic and ridiculous. Piper is reading into the universe’s many quirks way too deeply because as she sits on an unstable stool in Bunker Nine, she stares at the warship’s metal frame and her mindset transports her back to English class. It’s all symbolic, how the warship started off with just a few pieces of metal, how it looked nothing like the blueprints laid out, how frustrated Leo would get as he wiped some grease onto his forehead. Despite looking like a lost cause for a bit, now Piper can see the curve of the metal, how this is the massive frame that will soon set sail across the country and then the Atlantic Ocean. If a warship can go from nothing to something, there’s no telling how this can be symbolic of her life too.

But there is no clear and concise set of blueprints for Piper’s life. Just two months ago, she had been under the impression that she was an average kid. Troubled and momless, but normal. Mortal. Now here she is, surrounded by magical barriers in Long Island, her mother the Greek goddess of love, and there are no plans on how to piece her life together. For all she knows, she can be dead once summer rolls around.

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