cassie what are you doing

Obtuse

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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“'I asked you kids what you’re doing in that stall,’ the cigar man said, more sharply this time.

‘Um…grooming our horse?’ I offered.

Rachel’s eyebrows shot up. 'Our horse? Oh, yeah, that’s exactly what we’re doing. Grooming our horse.’ She reached over and stroked Ax’s back.

'Small for a horse,’ the second man said skeptically. 'What are you feeding that poor swaybacked nag?’

'Horse food,’ Marco said.

'Horse food?’

'Yeah. Um…you know, horse food. Boy, you should see how many cans this guy can eat. Man, all day long I’m opening cans of horse food and filling his dish.’

The two men stared. The cigar man moved his cigar to the other side of his mouth.

'Hah-hah-hah!’ I practically screamed. 'He’s such a kidder! Of course we’re not feeding our horse food from cans. We’re feeding him alfalfa and hay. Like you’d feed any horse. My friend is such a joker! Total joke machine!’

'Plus he’s a moron,’ Rachel added.

'Your horse is blue,’ the second man observed. 'Never seen a blue horse.’

'Never seen kids wearing feathers on their faces, either,’ cigar said. 'And I’ve seen a lot of things in my time.’

Jake was looking at me, waiting for me to come up with an answer. So was Rachel. So was Marco. Our 'horse’ was blue. There was no denying that. And yes, we had white-and-gray feathers sticking out of the sleeves and collars of our morphing suits.

'We like blue horses,’ I said lamely.

'Some day, all horses will be blue,’ Jake agreed.”

- Book #14: The Unknown, pg. 84 (by K.A. Applegate)

All the MK characters are beautiful, especially Erron Black, bless him. ^3^

anonymous asked:

This is a question for you Cassie: what did you do during the series? Like, did you animate or voice act, or help with the writing..

I did a single voice. Connors keeps asking me to do more but. I-i just can’t. Not after bunga. I started writing help after episode 38 and beyond. I Also storyboarded the entirety of episode 50 which is something I’m extremely proud of.

KILL ME NOW

Okay like that speech that Cassy said has got me dead. So dead. Cannot handle. Cassy is so like, suicidal without his Winchesters. They. Are. His. World. They are my world! Castiel is a Winchester! Castiel Winchester!! Castiel fucking Winchester!!!! Okay now I’m thinking about destiel haha but it’s not funny like have you seen how my poor little Cassy was acting like Dean was all like what did you do and Cassy was all like Yeah I broke the fucking deal you’re welcome Deano and I JUST CANT HE WAS ABOUT TO CRY

THIS WORLD NEEDS EVERY LAST FUCKING WINCHESTER IT CAN GET.

FUCK IM TALKING TO YOU GUYS READING THIS! WE ARE ALL WINCHESTERS AND WE NEED EVERY WINCHESTER WE CAN GET! ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING. ALWAYS.

I’m like emotionally unstable I love you Cas I know you think you’re worthless and that you get in the way but YOU. ARE. LOVED. EVERYBODY LOVES YOU LIKE EVERYBODY YOU ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN THE WORLD WITHOUT YOU THE WORLD WOULD BE IN SHAMBLED AND TE WINCHESTERS WOULD HAVE GIVEN UP AND DIED! YOU ARE THE GLUE THAT HOLDS US TOGETHER CASSY! OUR GLUE! I FUCKING LOVE YOU! WE ALL FUCKING LOVE YOU! DEAN FUCKING LOVES YOU (and loves fucking you ammirite) YOU ARE OUR WORLD.

You are everything Cassy. We. Love. You.

JESUS CHRIST MAN JUST KNOW THAT KAY

WHO ATE YOU

WERE THE GUYS WHO SAVED THE WORLD

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Don: … and you’re a card shark.

Cassie: I spent a lot of time playing cards with my grandmother. I spent the summers with her in Sunset Valley.

Don: The beach there is pretty nice, from what I remember.

Cassie: I’ve never been one for swimming, too risky.

Don: Not if you know what you’re doing- I could teach you.

Cassie: I’m kidding, I know how to swim. I shouldn’t really joke, my friend’s husband actually just drowned.

rustygirlriding  asked:

"Can you hear me?" Cassie and Max

‘Teach him how to hold a gun’ J’aadar had said to her, ‘at least then he will fell like he can defend himself.’

‘He couldn’t defend himself if he tried.’ She thought. Maximos was a wonderful diplomat, but his skills beyond a blaster were poor. Even with a blaster it was. 

Max had some how managed to get himself knocked back by not releasing the concussion grenade quick enough. 

“Can you hear me?” Cassie asked. 

Max blinked, then shook his head trying to empty it of the ringing. Cassie looked over him. 

“Ow.” He muttered. He went to rub his eye, only to remember there was a cybernetic piece replacing it. “Ah, right, no eye.” He muttered. 

“Still not used to it?” Cassie asked

“What do you mean ‘still not used to it’? I’ve only had it for a month!” 

“You should’ve got use to it already, fancy pants.”

“Hey! Just because I cant use a blaster, or a pistol, or knives, doesn’t mean you have to insult me.” Max snapped.

“Max, you have nice pants on, calm down mister diplomat.”

Max let out a sigh, she always said something to get him to loose his cool. She made him fluster at the worse time, and she knew it.

“Can you see out of the cyber-eye?” She asked

“Yeah, its just focusing a bit.” He replied. “I think I’m done for today’s lesson on ‘how not to get yourself killed’.”

  • Cassie: The rhino’s not the least bit aggressive.
  • David: Not a mammal, either.
  • Cassie: A rhino is a mammal, yes.
  • David: Is it? I thought it was a dinosaur. Why’s is called a rhinosaurus then, if it’s not a dinosaur?
  • Cassie: Because it’s...not.
  • David: What do you mean ‘because it’s not’? It’s called a rhinosaurus. That’s what dinosaurs are called.
  • Rachel: It’s a noceros, isn’t it?
  • Cassie: Rhinoceros.
  • Rachel: Rhinoceros. Have you been calling it a rhinosaurus?
  • David: Yeah.
  • Cassie: There’s a problem.