I Am Literally Begging Queer People On This Site To Realize The Holocaust Was Not About Them

Another cuddling Percy and Annabeth for my anxiety filled brain. I wanted to do them with another scenic piece with a sunset or sunrise.

perky jackson

am i being pranked?

are people actually saying perkabeth? i thought it was a joke but now i’m not sure…

ANNABETH CHASE AAAAHDHDHDGFHHFHFGFGHFHDHFBHDHFHJFJR

leo: you know, lately, i’ve kinda been thinking about settling down. i’m well into my 30s—maybe it’s time.

percy: that’s great, man! you should!

leo: i just—i don’t know. you got any advice for me? you’ve been married forever. you’ve got kids, a nice house, a nice beard… what’s it like? i guess i’m just worried it will change me, which i’m sure you’ll tell me it doesn’t.

percy, letting out a bark-like laugh: oh, it definitely changes you.

leo: what? how?

percy: well, uh… let’s just say i used to be the type of guy who never kept track of dates or remembered events on the calendar. and now… well, what’s today? wednesday, april 7th? that means i have to drive my parents to the airport this weekend, tomorrow is trash day, my oldest son’s birthday is in about three weeks, the dog is due for a vet checkup, it’s my night to make dinner and do the kids’ bath time, and uh—*does quick mental math*—annabeth is ovulating.

leo:

percy:

leo, appalled: dude.

✨🩷HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY 2025! 🩷✨

This one is a bit lackluster in comparison to the ones I’ve done in previous years, but I literally pulled this one up last minute today at work 😅 still looks cute and better than I thought tho

I genuinely don’t understand the “anti rr anti pjo” cohort… like if you don’t like it don’t engage??? it’s not healthy to be a hater.

Don’t feel guilty about liking pjo it’s a fuckin great series. It’s only offensive to the most belligerent purity testers. Anyone with a brain can see that it’s a genuinely progressive series whose major theme is representation.

I swear these people would burn down a homeless shelter for not having authentic cultural foods and pat themselves on the back for striking back against culinary imperialism, nevermind the people left out in the cold. Like there are way bigger issues than a well intentioned middle aged white guy not writing a gay teenager to some chronically online blogger’s liking.

There are so many good fans of PJO (like my friends) but the toxic fans took over the fandom

Yeah, bunch of things are wrong and offensive, but these books were also the entire childhood for some kids. For me, I read them while struggling with depression and they became a comfort. That's not to say there aren't flaws, there are several major flaws in the story.

But I see people bashing Solangelo shippers? Like, canon they weren't the best, but for me personally, Nico was the first character I could relate to. Gay, traumatized, religious trauma, familial issues... He could have been written better, especially his coming out, but I actually really like how the good fans have turned him into a better character. They gave characters depth and turned them into actual people instead of minor characters.

So fuck canon but seriously, can we just appreciate the literature we grew up with and stop bashing people who focus more on fanon or personal headcanons?

Like, I literally feel so guilty for being a fan of these series now because we have toxic fans and then the antis who, while they have valid points, forget how much the saga impacted loves positively. Like guys just be decent people and respect others opinions without making them hate themselves

hit with the percabeth feels recently because pjo found my fyp so ive been drawing my favorite moments for a possible tiktok edit

I LOVE PERCABETH SM I'M LOSING MY MIND

Annabeth researching while Percy is away

His mom had been confused when Percy told her that Grover was coming with him and Annabeth on their cross country journey.

"You know you two don't need a chaperone, right?" She'd asked. Percy appreciated having a cool mom. She was cooler than him, really.

"Yeah, but it's about old times sake," Percy explained. "And he can smell monsters at a distance," he added, "and we need him to rent the car." Grover was thirty. They were not.

"Ah," his mom said, "that makes sense."

Grover's nose ended up being something of a liability. Or at least, a wrench in Annabeth's itinerary. But she was used to Percy and Grover, and, well, even herself, disrupting her own plans.

Annabeth had planned the whole trip of course. Every meal, every motel, every road side attraction she had penned down in her time table. And she'd found some really cool places along the way. There was one night they got to stay in an old train caboose. They were all pretty excited about it.

So it wasn't ideal when Grover yelled: "Stop!" At a volume Percy was tempted to call total pandemonium.

Thankfully that long stretch of county road on a late Sunday afternoon was empty. Percy was able to put on his blinker and pull over fast, while yelling "What? What? What?!" in harmony with his girlfriend.

"Animals in trouble," Grover said, before climbing out of the back.

"Well, let's go," Annabeth said, un-clicking her seat-belt and opening the door. Percy pouted. Their next motel was one of the few places they had the budget for two rooms, and he was hoping to get there sooner rather than later.

But he wasn't one to leave his two favorite people alone with the corn and whatever threat lurked in it. He took the keys out of the ignition and locked the door before following Grover and Annabeth.

Percy heard Annabeth's soft "aww," which mean baby animal close by before he heard the kitten squeaking for help.

And then he heard Grover's enraged: "Who would do this!?"

Percy looked at Annabeth, and saw the little gray kitten climbing her pant leg. She gently pulled it off of her, before cuddling it close.

The single kitten's cry for help was suddenly several kittens all looking to them. Percy counted seven -- no, eight -- no, nine. Nine. All little babies. All looking for help.

Annabeth and Grover looked back at him, and Percy didn't need an empathy link to know all nine were going in their car.

Not that he'd protest at all. He might be a bit burnt out on hero-ing, but kittens didn't count.

Before Percy could even really think, he was taking off his hoodie and gathering as many kittens as he could. Five, it turned out, would fit. Grover did the same. When they got back to the car, Annabeth was behind the wheel, and Percy and Grover were in the back with nine new babies.

"That's all of them, right?" Annabeth asked.

"They said three have already faded," Grover said, sadly. Annabeth looked about ready to cry, "but these are all the rest of them. They're from three litters."

"Poor things," Annabeth said. "We need to take them somewhere, and fast."

They dropped Grover off on the side of the road and drove about a mile up while he checked Google maps and called some other satyrs for help. The last thing they needed was Percy's proximity to a cellphone bringing a chimera down on their nine new babies.

"Good news," Grover said when they picked them back up, "there's a satyr nearby who fosters kittens. He can take them and get them to a vet."

The little gray one had fallen asleep in Percy's lap. It was the same beautiful dusty color as Annabeth's eyes. It had been the first one to call out for help, the brave one who was near the road, who climbed up Annabeth.

"All of them?" Percy asked, scratching the kitten behind its ears.

"Well," Grover said, "he has room for all nine. Unless ..."

Percy met Annabeth's eyes in the rear view mirror.

The gray kitten started purring in Percy's hand. Now he was pretty sure he was going to cry.

"Your friend will make sure they get good homes, right?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, of course," Grover promised. "Of course, you two would be a good home."

"You can't say shit like that," Annabeth said.

"And please, not when she's driving. She's only got her learners permit," Percy reminded Grover, wiping the tears from his own eyes.

"Wait, so letting you drive right now is super illegal?" Grover asked.

"Oh yeah, for sure," Annabeth said. "So don't make me cry."

"As protector of this cross country quest, I am going to need Percy to take over," Grover said. Annabeth put on her turn signal and pulled over.

There wasn't much farther to go to get to the satyr who would take the kittens. But Percy took over driving anyway. The little gray kitten screamed when he tried to move, though.

"She doesn't want you to leave," Grover said.

Percy pulled his arms into his hoodie so that he could turn it around, getting the hood in front. He plopped the kitten in his hood, and she stopped squealing.

"It's a girl?" Annabeth asked.

"That one is," Grover confirmed, petting the kitten between her ears. Percy looked at Annabeth, and he had a feeling they were on the same page. He looked at Grover, and Grover got the memo too. "She's decided you're her dad," he told Percy. Well, that did it.

"Well, good," Annabeth said, "because she's sticking with us."

"Does she have a name for Annabeth?" Percy asked. Nope had named him Alley Boy, so maybe this time she's be the one who --

"Mom, just mom," Grover said.

Annabeth cried for real that time. Percy wiped her tears, kissed her gently, hardly even annoyed that she didn't get a crappy nickname, before saying, "I better get us to this satyr fast, before we end up with nine kittens to take care of."

~

Neil Sapling actually had a very robust kitten room set up, and he seemed completely prepared to accommodate eight new babies into his life. He also made sure the one who had adopted Percy and Annabeth got fed, had food for the road, a litter box, a collar, a carrier, and good bed to sleep in. Although, she did prefer Percy's hood.

"She's a bit dirty," Neil told them, rubbing her down with some no-rinse shampoo quickly, so they could get back on the road. "She's actually a diluted tortie it looks like," he said, pointing to some spots of brown and white on her. "That's a rare coloring! Be careful though, she'll have an attitude."

"She's perfect," Annabeth said.

"Birds of a feather," Percy teased. Annabeth didn't even protest. She just nodded and picked up the little baby.

"Are you okay sticking with us?" Annabeth asked her.

"She said yes," Neil promised. "As long as I promise to find good homes for the rest of them. Which I will. I swear to Pan, your brothers and sisters are taken care of." Their kitten squeaked again. "Alright, she says she's ready to go then."

Percy plopped her in her little carrier, and they said good bye to the rest of the gang.

When they got back in the car, Annabeth took the front seat again, and let the kitten out to sit on her lap.

"Oh my god," she said, looking at the little thing, "we have a cat!"

"Never thought the two most dog people I've ever met in my life would have a cat," Grover said from the back.

"Well, with a lady so perfect, how could we not?" Percy asked, scratching under the baby's chin.

"Is that her name?" Annabeth asked. "Lady?"

"No," Grover said, "she's not a fan."

"Let's get back on the road," Percy said, "and see if we come up with something good."

"Does she have a name?" Annabeth asked Grover.

"She said no, but she'll let you know when she approves."

"Annabeth Junior," Annabeth suggested.

"I might want to name our human daughter that, try again," Percy said. Annabeth turned bright red and smiled, while Grover made a barfing noise in the back.

"What was the name of the cat who lived in your bodega?" Annabeth asked.

"Not sure," Percy confessed. "Everyone just kind of called her 'here kitty kitty,' or 'good girl.'"

"Well, 'good girl' won't work," Annabeth mumbled.

"Too much! I know too much about you both!" Grover said, obviously full of regrets.

Percy just laughed.

After a minute of uncomfortable quiet, Annabeth said, "What about 'Bodega'? Maybe 'Boo' for short?"

"Huh?" Percy said.

"Her name," Annabeth said. The kitten was fast asleep in her lap, purring as she rubbed her belly. "If we called her Bodega, you'd always have a Bodega cat, even our in California."

"I really like that," Percy said with a smile and a warm feeling in his chest. "Of course, it seems like it's up to her," Percy said, nodding towards the kitten.

"What do you think?" Annabeth whispered to her. "Do you like that name? Should we call you Boo?"

The kitten purred louder.

"She likes it," Grover confirmed.

Percy smiled wide and drove on towards their motel with his little bodega cat in tow.