If I only did gay shit for the rest of my life, that’d be fine. I don’t care.


Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.

“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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My mom and I were discussing the Hamilton documentary and how they showed clips from so many songs. She started listing the names of them, including:

- “My Shot”
- “Hurricane”
- “Room Where it Happens”
- “You’ll Be Back”

and my personal favorite:

- “Kid on the Table”
(aka, “Stay Alive (Reprise)”)

its weird how theres people on this website that just rly passionately believe that warning someone not to reblog from certain people is inherently bad and infringing on their freedom somehow

 like “i don’t care about the person who made the content i only care abt the content itself” “i’m never going to check who i reblog from what is this orwellian thoughtcrime sjw bullshit”

anonymous asked:

I see you rebloging some posts about honey and how it helps bees. Vegans oppose to it because its unethical, Conservationists and scientists oppose to it because it is destructive to other bee species and the environment. Native bees pollinate more.

1. vegans don’t know anything lmao

2. source?

3. idk if it’s true that native bees pollinate more, but i do know for a fact that there are not enough native bees to pollinate all the crops we need to grow (at least in the US), so honey bees are necessary in that respect regardless of the fact that people might think that it’s unethical. even if it is destructive to the environment and other bee species (how???) people still need to eat and I know this is controversial to the vegans but people are more important than animals

4. bitch, i didn’t even ask

Goodnight (pt.1)

Genre: Fluff/Implied sex

Pairing: Jungkook X reader

Fandom: BTS

(A/N: Ok so literally I was just doing click and drags and I did this one: click here By @click-n-dragit // And this is what I got.It was so funny to me for some reason and I wanted to write it. It’s a little silly so don’t take it too seriously)

Summary: One Friday night you were invited to have a sleepover at the dorms with your 7 close friends. As you try to fall asleep in the guest room someone comes in the room not looking particularly scared.


Originally posted by kookie-bts

The loud sound of the roaring thunder outside was keeping you awake. As much as people made storms out to be “relaxing” and “calming” you didn’t particularly agree with them. At least you weren’t afraid of storms, that is until lightning struck at the same time you saw a figure standing in the doorway. Instead of screaming, you just hid in the blankets.

“Don’t kill me!”

A familiar chuckle was heard, hearing the footsteps also come closer.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You peek out of the covers to see Jungkook standing above the bed. He’s holding two glasses of wine in his hands.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?”

He handed the glass to you.  

You took it from him as he set his own on the nightstand next to you.


Before you could say anything else he started pulling his shirt up and throwing it to the floor. As he started unzipping his pants you covered your eyes.


He stopped. “What? Don’t you wanna be held closely during the storm~”

When you heard him start laughing you thought it was safe enough to uncover your eyes. Jungkook sat on the bed next to you and leaned down close to you. 

“When we played truth or dare earlier and I was allowed to tweet something with your phone….you left a tab open. I’m only trying to help you live it out.”

You playfully hit his arm. “Quit messing with me. Ok so I might have read a fanfic or two about you…I just wanted to see what the fans thought you were into”

He smirked. “They don’t call me Jungcock for nothing.”

You rolled your eyes. “Nobody calls you that.”

“Whatever. Do you wanna fuck or not?” 

With a little bit of hesitation you shrugged. “Sure.”

Surprisingly, that did result in you two hooking up. By the morning time rolled around you both laid in the same bed, awkwardly staring at the ceiling.

“…We don’t have to talk about this do we?” You asked, not looking over at him.

“Nope. We don’t have to tell anyone else either.” He sat up, getting out of bed.

He got dressed. “i-i’ll….uh..see you later..”

You nodded, knowing you were both mentally agreeing to ignore each other for at least a month.