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percyyoulittleshit  asked:

You think you are funny?

Something comes over her at breakfast that morning. She sits beside Malcolm and listens absently as he explains his latest ideas for updated Camp defenses–chews on a piece of toast, taps her fingers against the table, makes vague sounds of agreement–but she feels inexplicably giddy today, for perhaps no other reason than being alive under a beautiful, sunny sky. 

Plus, Percy’s got a terrible case of bedhead, and his shirt is on backwards and inside-out, and she can’t help but smiling as she watches him, three tables away, falling asleep in his cereal. 

“Sounds good,” Annabeth says, bumping her shoulder into Malcolm’s as she gets to her feet. She tugs her baseball cap from her belt loop. “Show me the plans later.” 

Malcolm sighs. “Because you only heard half of what I said. Don’t cause too much trouble?” 

“You know me.” 

“That’s the problem!” 

She pulls her hat on and slips from visibility, makes her way towards Poseidon’s table, where Tyson is humming along to a song one of the Demeter kids is singing. Percy is too easy a target–his chin rests in his palm, his elbow at the edge of the table, and he’s already nodding off. She sneaks up behind him, safe and grinning beneath her hat, and pushes the at back of his head. 

He face-plants in his cold bowl of cereal. 

Campers around him erupt into laughter as Percy comes up gasping, milk dripping down his face and cereal clinging to his cheeks. He looks accusingly at his half-brother, who raises his hands in innocence, before taking a handful of scrambled eggs and smashing them into Tyson’s hair. The Demeter kid stops singing. Someone gasps. Malcolm–wise, exasperated Malcolm–groans. 

A familiar voice at the Ares table yells, “Food fight!” 

Annabeth is safe from the initial volley. Invisible, she ducks behind Tyson’s broad shoulders, misses a glob of jelly that flies right by her head. She’s content to watch the chaos–Will Solace wields bottles of honey, and Hazel flings waffles like discuses, and Piper is cackling as she shoots sausages from her cornucopia. Goblets topple over and stain the white tablecloths. French toast and bacon sizzle as they land on the central brazier. Campers duck beneath tables and slip around the pavilion and toss muffins at one another like dodgeballs. 

She thinks Clarisse is the one that ends up landing the hit that gets her found. It’s a splatter of strawberry jam, and it lands right at her jaw. She reels back from the force of it, reaches back to catch herself, probably makes some sound of surprise. 

And Percy, ever in tune with her, whips his head to the side. 

She crab-walks backwards, hand after foot, as if that’s going to save her. A huff of breathless laughter escapes him. He stares at her, through her, the smear of jam across her jaw, the only thing of her that he can see. There’s a flash in his eyes before he’s throwing himself from the table. He lands on top of her in a mess of limbs, wrestles his way up her body, pins her to the ground. 

She can’t help but laugh. 

“You think you’re funny?” Percy asks, grinning. He reaches up and pulls her hat from her head, reveals her face in its strawberry-covered glory, kisses her forehead and nose and cheeks until she aches with happiness. “You did this!” 

Annabeth wraps her arms around his neck and rubs her face against his, smears jam across his cheeks, his chin, his mouth. She kisses it, sweet and tart, from his lips. She thinks her heart is going to burst from happiness, from love. “Good morning.”

I want Sally Jackson and Frederick Chase to become friends, them bonding over having powerful demigods as their kids and finally talking to someone who gets it, gets what is to wake up one day, so young, and have your world changed by gods. I want Frederick and Paul talking about teaching and helping Sally with the research for her book; Paul, Sally and Frederick having dinner nights and talking about their kids (because Paul considers Percy his) and drinking wine. 

And then we have Annabeth, who is absolutely over the moon that her dad is flying to NYC to spend time with her, no stepfamily (because they never managed to get close) and she loves seeing her dad interact with Sally and Paul because they are also her family. She went from being a little girl feeling like she had no one to Sally, Percy, and Frederick in the kitchen cooking while she and Paul talk about history and architecture while playing with little Estelle. Sally, Paul, Percy, Frederick, and Estelle are her family and it just makes her so happy to see them together and happy.

a family doesnt need to be a husband, a wife, a son, and a daughter. a family can be a british time dad, two murderous immortal aunts, a grandpa and grandson who are sometimes one person, a science son, a pyromanic uncle, and an uncle with a cold heart of gold

Friendly reminder that Jason Grace, son of Jupiter, was Nico’s first friend.

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Mama Wang’s Weibo - with her son Winston and his family

Message from Instagram: In this special day I received a lot of special blessings, and this made me feeling particularly moved❤️❤️ and happy❤️❤️. I would like to express my gratitude for every one and blessing😘😘, and I am feeling very sorry I can not reply to each message. I also grateful to everyone’ s support💪💪 and love❤️❤️ of Jackson. I had a great time with my family today, although there is regret. Hope that the next one all family members together.

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Words cannot describe how I’m feeling today, I don’t even think I know how I feel. I cannot believe it has been eight years since the most amazing person I’ve ever known has left us. But after all this world put him through, he deserved some peace and fucking quiet. He loved his fans, and they loved him twice as much. I’ve never listened to a Michael Jackson song that I didn’t like. And every time I have my volume maxed, it’s not enough. His music has and always will stand the test of time. I am incredibly proud and ecstatic that I was even alive at the same time as such an amazing human being. All he ever did was give his whole self to his music and everything he did. And in return the media tried to paint him as this monster, some kind of fucking awful person. But that’s not the Michael I know. I was only alive for 10 years before he passed, but goddamnit he has been such a big part of me and who I am today. I grew up listening to his music. I remember in fifth grade I would sit and listen to Michael instead of playing with the other kids. I would go to bed and play thriller as loud as I could stand in my shitty earbuds and sing. It would make my mom come to tell me to go to sleep, but he’s just such an inspiration. I can only hope to be half as kind and half as giving as Michael Jackson. I send love out to Michaels family today because I cannot imagine how they feel.

He may have left our world, but he will never leave our hearts. I love you, Michael. I hope you’re getting the peace you deserve. 💕

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