In 1976, the state of California decriminalized the possession of marijuana. In celebration, Cal State Northridge student, Danny Finegood, slightly altered the famous Hollywood sign, using $50 of materials, turning “Hollywood” into “Hollyweed” to mark the occasion.
Yikes, okay, no idea what style the introduction is, but it’s just the back-story so no biggie. Also I will gladly give anyone who wants some broral, thanks for teaching me that ;)
Jercy were not gay. I mean, it was sort of gay that they had a couple name, but I digress. So, not gay.
Percy Jackson and Jason Grace were friends since childhood. They’d done everything together, from playing dress up in Sally Jackson’s closet (not gay) to going on their first double date together (also not gay).
In high school they had most of their classes together (purely coincidental), and when it was time to apply to college, they happened to both get accepted to the College of Health & Human Development at California State University, Northridge, where they did no-homo things like study the male body.
Jason was working towards becoming a personal trainer, and Percy was there to becoming a gym teacher – for girls, obviously.
They were in second year when our, er, story takes place.
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Percy groaned, and Jason looked up from his textbook. “What?”
“I just realized I’ve been reading the wrong textbook,” Percy said. “And that means you were, too.”
Jason looked down at the book in his lap, and flipped to the cover. “Yep, we switched them and didn’t even notice. Reassuring that we’ll pass the exam, alright.”
Percy got up from his bed and handed Jason the heavy volume. “Here”.
After they traded, Percy stood behind Jason as he flipped to the pages. “Amazing,” the blonde muttered. “Two difference courses, nearly identical reading assignments.”
Percy shook his head. “Now I have to re-read all of that…” He threw the book onto the bed, and Jason looked up at him. “Why’d you do that?”
“I’m sick of studying,” Percy complained. “Who goes to college for studying?”
Jason opened his mouth to reply, but Percy stopped him. “Don’t answer that.”
Jason closed the book and grinned. “Alright, then what do you want to do?
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“Faster, Mario, faster!”
Percy turned the Wii’s remote like a steering wheel, pleading with the character on the screen to hurry up and just pass Jason’s already.
“Ha!” He called. “I can see you right ahead!”
“Oh yeah?” Jason challenged, so worked up that he was standing and leaning with each virtual turn. “Take that!”
Yoshi, Jason’s avatar in the game, threw a banana peel behind him, and Percy’s motorcycle slipped on it, stopped, and spun in place. “Damn it, Jason!” Percy called angrily as Yoshi drove past the finish line and the game was over.
“Another round?” Jason asked, sitting down on the couch, breathing hard.
“No, you play dirty,” Percy muttered. The time was nearly midnight, and they’d been playing since they had put down the books. Percy picked up an open bag of chips and stuck his hand inside. “Come on!” he called. “Stop leaving empty bags lying around!”
Jason shut the Wii off. “Calm your shit, dude.”
“I’m so sick of you thinking you can do whatever you want. It’s my room, too!”
Jason crossed his arms. “What do you mean do whatever I want?”
Percy placed the bag in the trash bin, and turned to face his best friend. “There’s hair in the sink almost every morning, your music is always really loud when I’m trying to work, and–”
“Well if these things bug you so much, maybe you should say something!” Jason said, moving closer.
“I just did!”
There was a moment of quiet. “Look, man, I’m sorry for yelling,” Percy said. “It’s just that all this little stuff bugs me, and I’m stressed for the test tomorrow.” He glanced at his textbook, which was exactly where he’d thrown it earlier. “Guess we should study now, hu?”
Jason grinned. “No point, now. We won’t retain anything. Might as well get some sleep.”
“I’m going to shower first,” Percy said, and went to their small bathroom.
“Keep the door unlocked!” Jason called behind him, their fight already forgotten. “I need to brush my teeth.”
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It was about 1 AM by the time they turned off the lights and were in bed. Blue light shone on their faces in beds across the room, coming from their phones, and the hum of the building was ambient in the background.
“How’s Piper?” Percy asked, disturbing the quiet.
“Good,” Jason answered quietly. “Why?”
Jason put his phone down and turned to look at Percy. “You never just wonder. Why do you ask?”
Percy kept looking at his phone, not answering. “Come on, tell me!”
“I was just wondering if she was treating you well, that’s all.”
Jason grinned. “I know exactly what this is about.”
Percy looked up from his phone, feigning surprise. “What are you talking about?”
Jason pulled back the covers. “Yes, she’s treating me well. But she’s not my best friend, is she?”
Percy smirked and got up from his bed, walking towards Jason. “It’s been so long, I thought you didn’t want to anymore.”
“Nah, man. I’m just busy all the time. If you want to, just ask.”
“I don’t want to. Do you want me to?”
Jason looked up at his best friend, light from the window highlighting his shirtless body. He had a good body, for a guy. “It’s not weird or anything, right?”
“No,” Percy agreed. “It’s what best friends do for each other.”
Percy leaned down and placed a kiss on Jason’s lips, just one, before Jason pulled the covers the rest of the way down, revealing his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Keeping his eyes on Percy’s, Jason grabbed his hand and reached it down to his stomach, down his trail of fine hairs, and onto the underwear.
“Yeah,” Jason said, not exactly answering the question.
Percy leaned down and slipped his hand under the waistband of the tight black fabric, first feeling the thick hairs, then the hard flesh below it. His fingers traced the long vein that ran the length, until he reached the gap before the head. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and felt sticky liquid slowly trickle down onto his fingers. He’d never admit it, but he looked forward to their intimate time together. He just had to enjoy himself and not think about it too much.
“Pull them down,” Jason said quietly. Percy obeyed, slipping his hand out, gripping the elastic with both index fingers, and pulling while Jason pushed up off the bed. His erection jumped out, freed from its prison, and slapped gently against his stomach.
Percy whistled. “That’s some blue balls you’ve got there.”
He stepped around so that he was at the base of the bed, then climbed up and lay in front of Jason, between his spread legs. Jason had leaned his head back and closed his eyes in anticipation.
Slowly, Percy grabbed the heavy sack hanging in front of him. The right side hung lower than the left, but when he touched the wrinkled skin, it quickly pulled closer to Jason’s body. Percy smiled to himself in the darkness.
“We’re going to miss the test tomorrow if you keep going at this pace,” Jason joked, but Percy was in no rush. He lifted the balls sack a bit, revealing the small line of raised flesh that ran around to his behind. They’d never done anything there, but Percy was curious. He slowly put a long finger under the bag, and ran it down the length of the line, stopping before he reached the hair on Jason’s ass. There were no sarcastic comments from his friend now, just shallow breaths he heard from between his open legs.
Keeping the cool finger in place, Percy grabbed the shaft, bent it towards him, and stroked it a few times. He felt his own hardness against the bed, but wanted to focus on helping out his buddy. He wondered what it would feel like to be circumcised like Jason. He imagined it was a lot more friction.
Percy lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, connecting at the salty base of the penis. He pulled his head up slowly, running his tongue on the length until he reached the top, where he opened his mouth and took the head into it.
Slowly circling his tongue around the swollen flesh, Percy wondered how it was that he didn’t know the exact length of Jason’s penis. They’d done so much together, and yet this mighty fact eluded him still. He’d have to ask one day. For now, he was content with being unaware.
Percy let Jason’s member out of his mouth, and blew cold air onto it, triggering a shiver from Jason. “Don’t do that,” he warned without much conviction. Percy snickered. “Shut up.”
He got up on his elbows and positioned himself above the shaft, and lowered his mouth onto it, holding his breath as not to gag as it passed his fleshy lips, filled his moist mouth, and entered his tight throat, where he made swallowing motions.
Percy closed his eyes and counted to seven before pulling back and gasping for air. “Longer than you did last time,” he said.
“I’ll beat you next time,” Jason promised, smiling widely.
Percy liked the idea of a contest between them, and continued licking while he pondered this.
“I’m really close,” Jason said, and Percy looked up and saw him with his hands behind his head, looking at him. He didn’t know how much he could see in the dark, but he didn’t feel self-conscious at being watched. He never felt that way with his best friend.
Percy suddenly got inspiration. Lowering his mouth onto the beating meat, he moved his finger down from the line of flesh and towards Jason’s hole.
Jason cried as Percy sucked at his sensitive head. With his finger he had found the little bump of muscle around his anus. Not thinking about it too much, he pushed inwards, meeting dry resistance, but Jason stayed quiet as he focused on the pleasure he was feeling.
“Do it,” he begged of his dark-haired friend.
Percy started bobbing on the shaft at a fast speed, sucking and being careful not to graze his teeth on the sensitive skin. With his other hand he kept circling about an inch inside his best friend, and when Jason whimpered and bucked forward into Percy’s throat, the muscles clenched and he shot hot semen into his mouth.
Jason stayed frozen in place for a moment, and then settled back onto the bed. Percy pulled back, making eye contact with Jason, a bit of cum on his lips. He looked straight into Jason’s eyes. “Well?”
“Better than Piper, that’s for sure,” Jason breathed heavily, looking directly at Percy. “Now, could you please get your hand out of my ass?”
11 Top Killers of Craigslist - 6 Shocking Craigslist College Murders
You ever get that feeling something just isn’t right? When walking across an empty parking lot alone do you feel unsafe? Even in the day time? I’m not talking about that creepy left over Halloween there is Michael Meyers behind you even though there is nothing there feeling. There are always dangers out in this world and most of the time they are from unsuspecting people.
Even doing the most casual of things often leads to disastrous consequences. Have you ever sold anything on Craigslist? While millions of transactions go on without a glitch it only takes one time or the wrong person to make you regret ever placing that textbook on the site.
Jillian Michaels (born Jillian Leigh McKarus; February 18, 1974) is an American personal trainer, businesswoman, author and television personality from Los Angeles, California. Michaels is best known for her appearances on NBC, particularly The Biggest Loser. She is also known for her appearance on the talk show The Doctors. In fall 2015, she hosted and co-judged a series on Spike titled Sweat, INC. In January 2016, her reality television series Just Jillian premiered on E!
Born Jillian Leigh McKarus
February 18, 1974 (age 43)
Los Angeles, California, U.S.
Alma mater California State University, Northridge
Occupation Personal trainer, businesswoman, television personality, writer
Height 5 ft 2½ in (158.8 cm)
Weight 115 lb (52 kg)
Partner(s) Heidi Rhoades (2009–present; engaged)
Often called “The New Einstein,” Olympia LePoint is best known for her role as an award-winning rocket scientist, science entertainer and educator driving to help people overcome fear. As an internationally-recognized science leader, LePoint helped launch NASA’s Endeavour, Discovery, Columbia, and Atlantis Space Shuttles. She successfully helped launch 28 Space Shuttle Missions into Space. She won The 2004 Boeing Company Professional Excellence Award, and The 2003 Engineer of the Year “Modern Day Technology Leader” Award. Mathaphobia: How You Can Overcome Your Math Fears and Become a Rocket Scientist is her debut self-help, educational book designed to empower adults and help students ace STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Math) education.
As CEO of OL Consulting Corporation, LePoint publishes educational books and executive produces Science TV shows. With her extensive experience as a math professor, LePoint educates in person and through the media. As a top-five graduate, LePoint holds a Bachelors of Science Degree in Mathematics, and a Master’s of Science Degree in Applied Mathematics from California State University Northridge. LePoint advises for educational PBS TV programming with Wind Dancer Films, coaches through keynote speeches and workshops, and is as a media personality for TV, Radio, News Publications and Social Media outlets.
The Atlantic has an article today about how wearing a suit not only changes how the world perceives you, but how you perceive the world. An excerpt:
A new study looks specifically at how formal attire changes people’s thought processes. “Putting on formal clothes makes us feel powerful, and that changes the basic way we see the world,” says Abraham Rutchick, an author of the study and a professor of psychology at California State University, Northridge. Rutchick and his co-authors found that wearing clothing that’s more formal than usual makes people think more broadly and holistically, rather than narrowly and about fine-grained details. In psychological parlance, wearing a suit encourages people to use abstract processing more readily than concrete processing.
Research on the effects of clothing on cognition remains in its early stages. Another similar study showed that when subjects wore a white coat that they believed belonged to a doctor, they became more attentive, an effect that didn’t hold when they believed the garment was a painter’s. But clothing’s psychological effects have been specified for only a couple of the ways the brain makes sense of stimuli.
That said, at work, when some have to wear suits, there are some specific implications when attire flicks on abstract processing. “If you get a stinging piece of critical feedback at work, if you think about it with a concrete processing style, it’s more likely to negatively impact your self-esteem,” says Michael Slepian, another one of the paper’s authors and a professor of management at Columbia Business School. Slepian added that thinking about money with an abstract processing style might lead one to skip impulsive purchases in favor of smarter, long-term savings behaviors.
BRB, going to up the effects by only wearing white tie and tails from now on.