Some things Percy probably does because he’s a New Yorker
He talks really, really fast
Like some people just stare at him not knowing what he said because he strings his thoughts and sentences together rapidly because c’mon he lives in Manhattan where everything is high pace 24/7
He talks really loud! His voice carries over well. He’s so bad at like talking softly. And people can often hear him from like a mile away lmao
Annabeth jokes that she could be on the other side of MSG at a Rangers game and still be able to hear him
He basically lives off of pizza, bagels, and bacon egg and cheeses. Like he’s always stopping to get a slice or pie at his local pizzeria, or at his bodega to get bagels before school or something like that
He’s very proud of being a New Yorker. Like we tend to be proud to be from New York, I don’t know it’s just a thing that we do (except when we complain about it all the time)
Anything that is north of the Bronx, he considers Upstate New York (even though it is not. Bitter about it)
The dude can weave through crowds so fluidly. He is a master of evading people barreling down the sidewalks
He walks really fast! In New York, if you don’t walk fast everyone hates you.
He is really good at doing things with other shit and noise going on around him. Construction is everywhere, always making a lot of noise, so he’s used to it and it doesn’t bother him as much
He can drive a car, but he lives in the City. It is a hellish nightmare to drive through there and to get out without possibly dying in the process. So he’s not the greatest driver in the world. But he can parallel park easily.
He jaywalks like it’s his fucking job. He fears nothing when he needs to get somewhere (ahem, late to school)
He curses a lot. Every other word that comes out of his mouth is some kind of swear (except in front of his mother)
He has his favorite sports teams (Mets, Jets, Rangers, Knicks) but he usually supports all New York teams (except Buffalo, way too up north and he forgets about them a lot)
I PONDER OF SOMETHING TERRIFYING CAUSE THIS TIME THERE'S NO SOUND TO HIDE BEHIND I FIND OVER THE COURSE OF OUR HUMAN EXISTENCE ONE THING CONSISTS OF CONSISTENCE AND IT'S THAT WE'RE ALL BATTLING FEAR OH DEAR I DON'T KNOW IF WE KNOW WHY WE'RE HERE OH MY TOO DEEP PLEASE STOP THINKING I LIKED IT BETTER WHEN MY CAR HAD SOUND THERE ARE THINGS WE CAN DO BUT FROM THE THINGS THAT WORK THERE ARE ONLY TWO AND FROM THE TWO THAT WE CHOOSE TO DO PEACE WILL WIN AND FEAR WILL LOSE THERE'S FAITH AND THERE'S SLEEP WE NEED TO PICK ONE PLEASE BECAUSE FAITH IS TO BE AWAKE AND TO BE AWAKE IS FOR US TO THINK AND FOR US TO THINK IS TO BE ALIVE AND I WILL TRY WITH EVERY RHYME TO COME ACROSS LIKE I AM DYING TO LET YOU KNOW YOU NEED TO TRY TO THINK I HAVE THESE THOUGHTS SO OFTEN I OUGHT TO REPLACE THAT SLOT WITH WHAT I ONCE BOUGHT CAUSE SOMEBODY STOLE MY CAR RADIO AND NOW I JUST SIT IN SILENCE
“Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol– […].” Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt
Margaret and Mary Tudor, princesses and later Dowager Queens, the daughters of Henry VII and Elizabeth of York, the sisters of Henry VIII. Born nearly a decade apart, the two knew little of each other after Margaret departed to Scotland, yet shared the same passionate and self-possessed nature, choosing their own mates to the scandal and scorn of others.
remember back when tony was portrayed as being generous to an actual fault like there was none of this “tony is only SECRETLY a good person” stuff everyone around him used to be literally like “tony will you stop being a Boy Scout for 2 seconds and REST???” and tony’s like “ok *personally picks homeless people off the street and walks them to shelters and does shopping for charity while out on a date*” the whole Façade thing was a character tragedy exactly because it was so dissonant with who tony was/became and a lot of his reputation had to do with people’s willful misreadings of him and unwillingness to see past their preconceived notions and and and and i miss good comics lmao
i’ll be doing normal things, dishes, working, taking a shower…and then it hits me….it’ll be random, it’ll be out of nowhere, and then it happens. i get slapped in the face with how much clarke and lexa loved eachother and its like my world stops for a second and i’m CONSUMED with Feels™ and Pain™