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SALLY comes into the room to find CLARISSA sitting on the side of the bed in her coat. The two women look at each other. SALLY comes round and gestures to CLARISSA to stand up. SALLY puts her hands on CLARISSA’S shoulders to help her take off the coat. As she does, CLARISSA turns and looks at SALLY, the two of them overcome. The two women look warmly at each other, then they kiss.

okay but tbh lgbt etc people are more likely to come out in moving vehicles (i would know) so like… trans percy coming out to sally on one of the car rides to their special place, that beach where she met poseidon.

its fugliano’s shitty car and percy hates it, of course, but his mom is there and its so easy to forget all the bad things in their life when its just him and his mom. theyre talking, just catching up because hes been at school, and he says, suddenly, “mom, can you ask you something weird?” and she nods her consent.

percy asks “if i was a boy, what would you have named me?”

its a pretty standard question, lots of kids ask it, so she doesnt think anything of it. she thinks for a long time about it, going through the names she considered before the sex reveal, trying to decide, but then says “perseus” and he hears the name and he loves it so much. he asks her why and she explains, tells the story of perseus the hero, the tale of the hero that survived. when the story finishes, all thats left is the sound of the tires on the road, the wind rushing around them from speed. its a comfortable silence, mostly, but percy is fighting to find resolve and sally can kind of tell.

suddenly, he asks, in a voice so quiet she can barely hear him, “will you call me perseus?” and his voice still breaks and it surprises him more than it surprises sally somehow, who looks over with wide eyes before looking back at the road. she agrees, no matter what, but she asks why. he tries to explain, but he doesnt have the vocabulary beyond “because im a boy.” she agrees again, says yes, of course, anything for my baby boy, and then suddenly percy is crying and hard too.

percy’s tears startle a wet laugh out of her and her voice is thick when she says “oh baby no, no crying, we’re okay, i love you” and percy cant find the voice to tell her thats hes just so fuckin happy so he just smiles as big as he can, laughing too.

im just. really emotional rn

“and all I need is one last chance,

to prove I’m good enough for someone”


Here’s Percy from the Lightning Thief Musical. Chris nailed his character, like the this is the best Percy adaptation ever. Here’s a few highlights from the premiere night:

- Percy basically flopping on the floor when he came home to Sally, really sad that he’s expelled.

- makes lightsaber noises with his sword


- HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WERE AMAZING??? Like it was all sassy and dramatic and the Percy we know?? Especially when Poseidon flirted with Sally, he looked so awkward and so done with life.

- signs Medusa’s head to Mt Olympus in a box and when Annabeth told him that the gods will think that they’re impertinent, he just smiles and says “We are impertinent.” He later gives the box to Sally and says that it’s a “do-it-yourself box” and screams “NOO ITS MEDUSA’S HEAD” when she wants to open it.

- “Good Kid” was so emotional like he ran around and his voice cracked at one point and my heart broke. A+++

- says “this is nuts” when Grover talks to the squirrel.”

- “Is that a fork?” when he’s claimed

- “its Tatarus” “you mean… thE FISH SAUCE??”

- After Annabeth’s like “sexist much?” he goes, “NO I LOVE GIRLS…. I mean…umm…. they’re really nice!”

- sits on a toilet during capture the flag. confused by his own powers

- basically the sassy dramatic dork that we know and love.

Blue Pancakes

Annabeth woke to the sound of a sizzling pan and laughter. She smiled as she snuggled closer into her blanket, savoring the sounds that floated into their bedroom. She heard something crash to the floor and a small voice groan, “dad!”.  Chuckling, she sat up from the bed, deciding it would probably be best to go check on things before those two made a bigger mess.

She followed the smell of food to the kitchen and leaned against the doorway, watching them.

This. She would do anything to protect this. To protect them.

She was sitting on their kitchen table, swinging her legs as she ate, all the while talking continuously to Percy. A lively chatter that spread through the air brightening up their tiny, yellow tiled kitchen. A blonde bundle of joy with green eyes like her dad. Percy, with an apron that said ‘Kiss the Cook’ stood in front of the stove, his dark hair impossibly dusted with specks of flour, expertly flipping a pancake while their daughter cheered for him.


Percy was making pancakes. And they were….they were blue.

Her smile slipped off her face just as Percy noticed her. “Good morning Wise Girl. Sit down and I’ll get you some coffee”, he grinned.

She looked up at him, puzzled. He smiled at her and said softly so only she could hear. “She asked, Annabeth. She somehow…she somehow wanted blue pancakes for breakfast”, his voice breaking with those words.

Seven years. It had been seven, long, dark years since blue food. Percy couldn’t handle the sight of it after what had happened. And frankly, neither could Annabeth. Blue food and in particular blue pancakes brought back too many memories. Memories of a kind smile and warm brown eyes, of a face crinkled in laugh lines, of a pair of worn out oven mitts stained blue with years of baking for her son, of Sally Jackson and the home that she was for them.

They were wonderful and happy memories but they hurt too much, because they could never, ever make ones like them ever again.

But maybe, today could be the start of something new.

She kissed him on the cheek and sat on the table next to her daughter, smiling at Percy as he slid a blue pancake onto a plate and bent down on one knee in front of the table. He looked up into the green eyes that mirrored his own and said seriously, “on this day, you, Miss Jackson will experience her first taste of the mighty Blue Pancake. You must remember and treasure this moment forever”.

As she nodded to him, equally serious, his mind flashed back to the first time his mom had made blue pancakes for him. It had been a day when Smelly Gabe and his friends had been in a particularly spectacular mood. They had been taunting Percy and when Sally had asked him what he wanted for breakfast, he had said the first thing his six year old mind could think of. “Blue pancakes”, he had asked and his mom had smiled. Gabe had snorted loudly at that. “Blue pancakes? Have you finally lost your head kid?”, the words and the guffaws that followed it threatening to strike him down again. 

But his mom, without sparing a single glance at Gabe had said to Percy in a voice of razor steel, that they were going shopping. When they came back, Gabe watched his mom and Percy out of the corner of his eye. And when Percy came to the table  with a plate of the most bluest panacakes in the world, his jaw had tightened. But he did not dare say a single word. ‘Mom = 1, Smelly Gabe = 0′, he had thought happily as he dug into his food.

Blinking the memory away, Percy and Annabeth watched their little girl cautiously take a bite of the pancake, chew slowly and then watched as her eyes opened wide. She grinned at Percy and Annabeth looked at him to see his heart melting at the sight of blue-tinged teeth.

Annabeth chuckled and turned to Percy. “So, where are my pancakes then?”. “Coming right up!”, he said, his voice casual and steady. But after so many years, Annabeth knew when her best friend was close to tears. He went back to the stove, wiping a hand over his eyes, blindly reaching for a pan and…..knocked over the bowl of liquid food colouring. 

They watched it crash to the floor as if it was falling in slow motion. 

It landed everywhere. On the yellow tiles, on the windows, the roof, on Annabeth’s white shirt, everything. Everything was blue. They looked at each other for a moment and burst out laughing together. 

“You know Annabeth, you still look good with blue on your face”, Percy said as he scooped up his giggling daughter before she stepped on any broken glass. Annabeth elbowed him, remembering the time Percy had dropped a can of blue paint when they were painting his room. The blue had, like today managed to splatter everywhere. Annabeth could have sworn she found a blue patch behind her ear a week later, 

‘Do you remember that Sally?’ she thought. And as if in answer, a warm breeze caressed the kitchen, through the closed windows. A scent of cookies and vanilla scented candles and a grandma their daughter would never know. 

wonderfall-  asked:

Hi!! Mind doing Sally+Posidon in 7&12 please?? :D

TWO pallets??? Can you do that? (Well I did anyways because that actually made my life so much easier. thankyouthankyouthankyou.) And look, I even added an incredibly ridiculously unbelievably cheesy background because of the dual pallets! (Also they worked so perfectly together) :D Anyways, here they are!


I'm suddenly standing at the beginning with you

For @nerdyadventures Happy birthday my friend, I’m 10 days late and I made you beta this but this is for you and for keeping up with my texts all the time and humoring me and texting me back. You’re wonderful and I can’t it to be January so we can hang out in Disneyland.

This is the start of a hopefully 3 part story. I hope you guys like it.

Piper was applying lipstick to her lips while Sally and Hazel worked on her hair but Annabeth was hardly paying attention to them, her brain kept thinking about what was about to happen… in less than an hour she would stop being Annabeth Chase and she would become Annabeth Jackson. In less than an hour, she would be marrying the love of her life. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to keep the butterflies in her belly at bay.

It had been so long since Percy had caused her butterflies but it wasn’t a bad thing, after all, they had been together for almost eight years and known each other for eleven. Percy didn’t give her butterflies anymore but he gave her a feeling of safety, love, home, happiness and that was better than any butterfly. She felt weirdly calm, she never thought this was how she would be feeling moments away from her wedding, like any bride she had her bridezilla moments but they didn’t last long, not when they usually ended in Percy’s arms, his voice soothing the stress away, joking how they could elope in any moment, how the only thing that matters was their love.      

“You look beautiful, honey.” Sally’s voice brought her back from her thoughts, her future mother-in-law had tears in her eyes. Annabeth looked at her reflection in the mirror, two beautiful braids worked as a headband and they ended in a messy bun with small white flowers braided into it, Piper had given her a beautiful but minimal makeover, hints of gold framed her eyelids, her lips had a peachy color on them and her cheeks were covered in light pinks and she looked, well, she looked like the blushing bride she wasn’t. “But you are missing something.”

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