so like big clothes all day

A thieving roommate and a "haunted" Xbox.

Warning:Long, but totally worth it!

During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.

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~just renee walker things~

  • her hair’s too short to really tie back
    • if she uses a band she has to use a lot of clips to keep it even remotely where it should be. and she uses clips of all different shapes and colours
    • if she uses a bandana she is immediately the cutest pirate girl, ever
  • she likes conservative clothing which just means she wears as many layers as she can at all times
    • (cold lesbian grunge)
  • and she really likes jumpers that are too big and fold over her hands
  • she has reading glasses
  • and freckles
  • she’s an unrepentant morning person. she loves mornings and has no problem getting up early in the morning
    • she’ll wake up early just to watch the sunset, no matter how late she goes to bed
    • she schedules all her classes for the morning so “the rest of my day is free!”
    • somehow she can still stay up late with no problem. it’s probably magic tbh
  • she spends her summer breaks volunteering at local schools, shops and charities as well as spending time with her chosen family (the walkers, but her friends, too)
  • once she took a class on astronomy and she researches things in her free time
    • when the foxes are out at night she’ll point at constellations and tell them about them
  • she loves hand-written letters
    • she’ll write them over summer break, but she writes more once the foxes start graduating
    • when she leaves with the peace corps it’s almost like nothing changed
  • she doesn’t believe in boring colours, so she doesn’t use black or blue pens unless she’s forced to for exams
    • the most serious she gets in her later years at palmetto is whenever she talks about having to use black pens. she actually says “fuck the system.” matt goes into cardiac arrest
  • she’s an unrepentant feminist. please. of course she is
  • allison swears up and down that the scariest thing about renee is that she has the most ridiculous tolerance for spicy foods. she doesn’t flinch. ever
  • her hair is naturally dark so when she first bleached it, it went orange. stephanie has photos and takes pleasure in showing every one of the foxes. “it was fate,” she says. dan says she should go ginger again to show fox spirit

this is all i can think of tonight pls talk to me about renee walker the actual light of my life

An Appreciation of the Emily Kaldwin Aesthetic

I LOVE playing as Emily Kaldwin. I just … I need to tell you guys that. She’s such a rare sort of video game protagonist, a lady who’s not sexualized. 

Shit, she’s even WEARING CLOTHES I WOULD WANT TO WEAR. That NEVER happens in games! Like, I think Lara Croft in the new games had a couple of cool, optional outfits, and some of Commander Shepard’s outfits were all right (boob plate though). But Emily’s clothes are a power fantasy for me. 

Obligatory disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with super feminine or revealing clothes, and if that’s what you like, more power to you. But as someone who has complicated feelings about gender, who enjoys dressing androgynously, Emily’s clothes are a damn revelation. 


The black boots! The long, dark coat with gold detailing, shiny buttons, and high collar! The hint of a crisp, tailored white shirt underneath. Pants! A big ol’ belt! It’s so cool. It’s how I’d dress every damn day if I was a literal empress. 

AND SHE GETS TO FROWN. Sweet Jesus, she gets to sound tired, and frown, and grunt in a fight. 

Look at my girl, RIGHTEOUSLY PISSED. 

She’s taken seriously by the story, by her enemies, by everyone, as a real threat. And she gets to look damn good taking back her throne. 

*swoon* 

Dinner with my Kitten

“Kitten, I’m home!”, I say as I walk into the house. I know she is around, we were supposed to go out for dinner. “Daddy!” she says as comes down the stairs to give me a hug. I love the way she wraps her arms around me to give me a big hug, her body pressing into mine. “How was your day kitten? Did you have a good time at work?” I ask, knowing she likes to tell me all that she has done through the day, even though she holds a senior position at her company. She gives me  her daily update, while I look at her appreciatively. She is still wearing the clothes I picked out for her this morning, and she looks mighty fine in them!

Tonight is date night, and I was planning on keeping us out late, so I asked her if she has gone pee-pee yet. She blushes, and says not yet. “Good girl kitten, we are going to have a long night out! I would like you to wear your cute pink top, and your short black skirt. I would like my girl to be good and hold it, but its going to be a long night, so would you like me to put a diaper on you?” She blushes again, replying “I am a big girl Daddy, I can hold it!” I smile, realizing that this evening is going to be fun!

I let her take her clothes out of her closet, and then I undress her slowly. I love taking the clothes of her body, watching her skin reveal itself. I put a fresh pair of panties on her, my hands tracing her hips. I don’t like her wearing a bra, so I pull her top on, playfully pulling her nipples while she squeals. I enjoy the tips of her nipples poking out of her shirt, tempting, but mine. I put her skirt on, asking her again if she wants a diaper. She refuses, saying she does not need to pee, and will be fine till after dinner.

We head out for dinner, and as I drive, I steal glances over at my kitten. I like looking at her legs, smooth and bare, extending out from under her skirt and going on forever. I brush my hand against knee, watching her smile her cute smile at me, knowing she is mine.

We get to our restaurant, and have a wait for our table. We buy a couple of drinks at the bar, and settle in. As I talk to her, I see her a get a little fidgety, but I ignore it. I know the evening has just begun. As I sit next to her at the bar, I tease her, and play with her hair, knowing she likes it. I love sitting next her, my knee against her thigh, contact so fleeting, yet so intimate. She leans into me, letting me hold her like the kitten that she is, and my hand ever so gently brushes the front of her top. I feel her nipples stiffen, and she notices me staring, giggling softly.

I watch as she crosses her legs, and I know her bladder is getting full. She is trying to be a big girl and not complain about it, but I know the signs, and I wait patiently. “May I go pee-pee Daddy? I really have to go!” she asks, eyes lowered, midway through her second drink. “No kitten, remember, you said you would be able to hold it like a big girl!” I reply, stroking her back. At that moment our waitress comes to the bar and tells us our table is ready.

I had requested a booth, and I made sure to sit next to her, just to be close to her. I loved the smell of her body so close to mine, it was something that could turn me on blindfolded. As we sit down, she slips a hand between her legs, wanting to help herself hold, but I reach down and gently move her hand back onto the table. “Now, now, kitten, be a big girl. Remember the only person you are allowed to hold when you are outside is Daddy.” She smiles and reaches over under the table and squeezes me. Her touch causes me to inhale sharply, as I react immediately, swelling in her hand. She giggles again, squeezes me harder, and puts her hand back on the table.

I gently reach around and squeeze her, and I feel her thighs press together as she tries to hold her pee in. “Daddy, I really have to go, its very bad” she says, but I remind her that we just about to start dinner, and she needs to wait. She pouts, but listens to me and tries to carry on with our conversation normally. I can see her legs bounce, and I can help but be turned on even more by her predicament. I drag my fingers up her inner thigh, making her jump. “Don’t do that Daddy, I really have to pee, and you will make me pee my panties!” she complains. I smile and remind her that I told her to wear a diaper, and as she refused, so she needs to be able to hold it.

As we start to eat, her fidgeting starts to get worse, and she suddenly reaches down and grabs herself. “Daddy, I am about to leak, I am sorry!” she says, looking into my eyes. I smile, and pull her to me, my hand encircling her waist, and replacing her hand on her pussy. “Daddy loves you very much kitten, and nothing will change that, you know that, right?” I ask, as I gently squeeze. She nods, trying her best to hold on, but I feel her struggling.  

I pull her closer, wanting to put her on my lap and cradle her. “Its alright kitten, Daddy’s here” I whisper, my hand pushing against her bladder. I hear a small moan escape her lips, and feel her warm pee start to escape her. “I am so sorry Daddy” she says. I press harder, smiling, and I feel a second squirt hit my hand. I start to rub her pussy through her wet panties, hiding it the best I can from everyone else. She quickly covers her face with hands, because she knows anyone who looks at her will know what is happening. I listen to her breath quicken, and she drops one hand to slow me down.

“Please Daddy, I will cum, please stop” she begs. “If I cum I will pee myself, and won’t be able to stop!” I move her hand over to my lap, and she automatically grabs hold of me through my pants and starts to squeeze. Knowing she is so close to letting go has made me very sensitive. I keep going, pushing her to the edge. “Please Daddy, please!” she whimpers, but as I push, she goes over the edge. I feel her body go rigid and she starts to squeeze me faster and faster. I feel the first squirt of pee, and know she is losing control. As the stream intensifies, she grips me tight and I start to cum. I quickly kiss her to hide my orgasm as I squirt into my pants feeling her pee flow into my hands. She empties her bladder as I finish, and we both look at each other and smile. I quickly drop the cash for our meal on the table, and we leave, her wet skirt clinging to her butt, me wet at the front, and the two of us feeling ecstatic!

The Trampoline

Summary: Dan’s very gay and very in love with Phil, who has always been 100% straight. Also, there’s a trampoline.

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: smut

TW: underage drinking

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Argument

Warning: Very light light domestic violence. Please don’t read if easily triggered. Also I got the idea from Perks of Being a Wallflower, I’m not say domestic violence is ok at all. It’s very very light so please don’t be offended

Your POV

You and Harry had been dating for a year and a half. Sure there had been plenty of fights but they were mainly over stupid things like Harry always leaving dirty clothes all over the house, or he’d get mad that your never were organized about anything.

Lately Harry had been really stressed about his album. It was already made and ready but the fans had quickly found out and to say they had very high expectations was an understatement. Each day that grew closer to the release date, the more Harry got anxious and stressed.

With a big paper sack of all of Harry’s favorite things, I opened the door to our house.

“Harry I’m home!” I yell as I make my way to the kitchen to set the sack down.

No reply.

I know he’s been a bit down lately but he always greets me with a kiss when I come home.

Two stairs at a time I climb up the stairs to find Harry and tell him about all the goodies I brought him.

Quietly I open the bedroom door and see him sitting at his desk going through papers.

I lean against the door frame and just look at him for a few seconds. He’s wearing a grey hoodie and skinny jeans, meaning he probably just got back from somewhere and hasn’t changed yet.

“Hey bub.” I say walking across the room and kiss his cheek. Instantly he pulls away.

“Hey.” He mumbles flipping over a paper in his hands.

“Whats wrong?” I say running my hand through his short locks. Again he jerks away.

“Can you just leave me the hell alone for 5 fucking minutes!” Harry says in a harsh tone, yet he still wont look up.

I’m a little taken aback. Harry never curses at me.

“I’m sorry, It’s just when I came home you didn’t come kiss me so i cam-” He slams his hands on the desk knocking papers on the ground and stands up

“YOUR SO FUCKING NEEDY! WHY DON’T YOU GO GET A FUCKING LIFE AND STOP CROWDING ME ALL THE TIME?!” He yells in my face.

My eyes start to get watery and I try to take a few steps back but the back of my legs hit the bed.

“What are you talking about Harry?? I have a fucking job and sorry if I wanted a fucking kiss from my boyfriend!” I yell, but not nearly as loud as he did.

I’m trying not to cry but tears start to stream down my face.

“A JOB? YOUR A FUCKING WRITER WHAT KIND OF JOB IS THAT?” Harry yells getting right in my face.

“IT IS A FUCKING JOB! AT LEAST MY JOB MAKES ME USE MY BRAIN AND NOT OTHER PEOPLE AND THEN CALL IT YOUR OWN!” I yell equally as loud as him now.

I could see his eyes go wide and then dark. His breathing quickened and I could see him clench his fist. I’d hit a nerve. Of course I didn’t really mean what I said.

Before I could even think I felt a burning sting on my left cheek, then I was on the floor.

He’d hit me. He actually slapped me. I would have never thought he would hit me. He’s so loving and well Harry.

I slowly brought my hand up to my cheek. It burned. He hit me really hard.

The tears turned into full on sobbing and I quickly scooted to the nearest wall.

“Baby, baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you! I don’t know why I fucking did that baby.” He says rushing over to me with tears in his eyes. He slowly tried to touch my cheek but I flinched thinking he’d hit me again.

“Y/N I’m so fucking sorry, hell I’ve just been so stressed and I know that’s no excuse, and being a writer is a job baby your so talented, baby please talk to me.” Harry says with tears streaming down his face. In any other situation seeing him cry would break my heart, but it was already broken.

The sobbing turned back into crying and I looked up at harry, his eyes widened.

“Fuck you Harry.” I say getting up. I walk over to the bed and grab my pillow and then an extra blanket.

Harry gets up and starts to follow me

“Y/N baby where are you going, please don’t leave me, I know I messed up but let me make it up to you!” Harry begs with tears still streaming down his face, his hand goes to grab my wrist, but again I flinch. Harry stops mid way and I can just see his heart break even more.

“I’m going to sleep on the couch, I uh went to the store and got all your favorite stuff because I uh new you’ve been stressed.” I sniffle looking down. Quickly I turn around and go out the door, slamming it behind me.

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Sorry if this is crappy but I really want to do a Part 2 so like for part 2!!

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Why don’t other school shootings stand out as much as the Columbine High School Massacre?

This question is something I have been pondering over for a long time. Why did Columbine make such a huge impact when school shootings just like it happen so often? What made Columbine so unique? I have some theories as to why this could be.

1. The Duo: I believe the relationship Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold shared is one of the biggest factors. The fact that there was not one shooter, but two, truly captivated so many people. How often can a person find someone willing to go through such heinous acts alongside them, and at such a young age? These two grew up together for many years and shared an intense hatred for the world around them. They knew what they wanted to do and began planning many months before the event took place. Because of this, the Columbine Massacre played out like no other. While most shootings have just one culprit acting on a short spurt of passion or anger, Eric and Dylan had been hellbent on revenge for a long, long time and worked together to make it happen. Neither one of them got cold feet or chickened out at any time, which proves how dedicated they were to each other and their plans. 

2. The Trend: Both of them knew how the world would react to their story, that they would gain a large following and a series of copycats. In the journals they wrote and webpages they created they stated many times how they knew society would allow their names to live on forever. They knew 100% that the media attention they would get after they died would cause a domino effect in the years to follow, and they couldn’t have been more right. Since 1999, the number of school shootings has skyrocketed and are even beginning to become a trend. There were 17 major shootings in 2012 alone. Eric and Dylan hated everyone and wanted them all to die, and they were aware that by going through with the Columbine massacre, people would continue to die because of them through proxy, even after they themselves were long gone. 

3. The Warning Signs: Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold left a staggering amount of clues and raised many red flags in the time leading up to the massacre, but it still never occurred to anyone how two young boys were capable of doing such a thing. It never even crossed anyones mind. It’s like they left a trail of breadcrumbs that no one noticed until it was too late. The two boys intentionally left bombs and guns in desks and drawers in their rooms like it was a game, and anyone could have found them and prevented the whole thing… however Eric and Dylan both knew no one was looking. They left everything out in the open so that the world would feel the guilt after the tragedy.

4. The Reasoning: The two of them documented their journey and their thought patterns leading up to the day for the world to find after the damage had been done. They wrote their plans and what they were thinking in great detail on webpages and in journals, even taping or recording themselves talking about it. No matter how many times we look at their explanations or reasonings or justifications behind their actions, we will never fully understand why they did what they did, however Eric and Dylan really did try to make it so. 

5. The Making of an Icon: The way they looked, the clothes they wore, everything they did became absolutely iconic. You see a black t-shirt with WRATH written in red lettering or a white t-shirt with NATURAL SELECTION written in black and you know straight away where it’s from. The names Reb and Vodka will forever belong and make you think back to them. The black trench coats and suspenders and combat boots, the pair of gloves they shared on the day of the crime. It all seems like one big movie scene and it all links back to them. Nowadays you see the ‘new’ school shooters idolising and copying everything Eric and Dylan did, like wearing their own t-shirts with edgy phrases such as 'Humanity is Overrated’, all trying to stand out in the way the Columbine killers did so easily. 

6. The Timing: The 1990’s and 2000’s were a very significant time in our history. Eric and Dylan were a part of the first generation of people to grow up with revolutionary technology such as computers and the world wide web. In this time, media was really beginning to flourish like never before and while there have been school shootings prior to Columbine, none of them ever received such an astronomical amount of attention because the means for it had never really been there to that scale. Columbine was revolutionary and Eric and Dylan, both having an above average knowledge on computers, media and the internet, knew that it was the best time to make the attack. “Producers will be fighting over our story.”

Of course, there is no right or wrong answer to this question. No one will ever really know why Columbine stood out so high above the rest. Our society works in mysterious ways and with so many tragedies happening somewhere in the world every day, there’s no way of knowing what one will make the headlines next.

(via True-Crimes)

anonymous asked:

Imagine spending Easter with Shawn and his family

It would be so fucking amazing. Like a big Mendes family day with Shawn’s entire family. 

Like chatting to his grandparents about school/work and what your plans for the future are. Them giving you advice and encouraging words.   

Hanging out with Aaliyah and their cousins’ talking about clothes and shoes and stuff like that, sharing make-up and getting ready for dinner together. I can imagine the three of you (Shawn’s two cousins) teaming up doing a make-over on Aaliyah. Laughing and gossiping about anything and everything in Aaliyah’s room listening to all your favourite kind of music. 

You and Shawn helping Manny and Karen out in the kitchen - or Shawn would sit on the counter and you’d be helping - sharing jokes and stories about Shawn’s LA trip and tasting all the different kind of foods before anyone else. 

Setting the table with Shawn. He would grab the plates and you’d grab the glasses and every time you passed by each other around the table, Shawn would lean in and kiss your forehead lovingly, before sending you the biggest smile in the world. “I’m happy you’re here” “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else”

Painting eggs (it’s a danish thing, don’t know how it is in other countries) in all sorts of colours to decorate the living room with. Shawn being an annoying dork and painting on your eggs all the time with the biggest giggle on his face. “Oh look, you got something right there-” and then he’d let the pencil brush against your cheek, leaving a blue line behind. “SHAWN. You’re such a dork” “But I’m your dork, right?” “Right” and then he’d lean in and kiss you. 

Small food fights in the kitchen while Shawn, Aaliyah and you were clearing the table. You and Aaliyah both going for Shawn, smashing left over food in his face and hair, while he screamed like such a little girl. “Not the hair, guys! Not the hair”

Shawn holding your hand, stroking your cheek, rubbing your back or planting tender kisses on your cheeks or the top of your hair every time he had the chance to do it. Letting his chin rest on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you from behind, letting his nose tip stroke your collarbone. And everyone would always look at the two of you and say “aren’t they cute” or “love birds” and Shawn would have a smirk planted on his face, while you would blush heavily. 

Sitting around a bonfire after dinner with his entire family, watching the flames and hearing the small cracking noises from the bonfire. Roasting marshmallows over the flames and sticking one into Shawn’s mouth but also smashing it all over his face. 

Shawn putting his jacket around your shoulders, before kissing you and then picking up his guitar and jamming out a little while everyone would just be silent and listen to him play so beautifully.

Having his grandmother asks the two of you, when you’re planning on getting married and have kids - because his grandmother low-key loves you and just want Shawn to tie the knot - and starting your life together. She would tell Shawn she still had the ring and he just needed to say the word, he would get it. And you would sit there watching Shawn bite into his lip, flushing in the matter of seconds and desperately running his fingers through his messy hair. “I’ll let you know when it’s time” he’d say, laughing a little. Then you would just let your head rest on his shoulder - he would tilt his head and plant a kiss on the top of your hair - letting his hand slide across your thigh to find your hand and interlace your fingers and then just watch the bonfire together. 

Shawn and you crawling into bed when everyone left and watching The 100 together to chill and enjoy just being the two of you again. “Today was amazing” “It really was, babe. Thanks for being here” “Thanks for having me” “Always, you’re part of the Mendes family now!” and then he’d kiss you.

so the figure skating anime is coming but you know what else should totally be a thing? figure skater mikleo. like he specializes in water/ice and he’s slender and elegant and all. and sorey would be his biggest fan of course

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Hey Gray! I love your blog :D I was wondering if you could do this request: RFA+Minor trio reacting to MC's and their own child being bullied in front of them (like maybe the bullies didn't see them RIGHT THERE) for being chubby but the daughter/son is like really chill and hits them with a 'I'm used to it it's ok' thank you :DD I'll request more now!! Good luck with your blog and excuse my english lolol

Hey now, you’re an all star I’m so sorry nobody is allowed to apologize for their English on this blog. You’re really good with it, so don’t worry at all! English is a bitch to learn, and if anyone judges you I will f i g h t. Also, no matter how many other blogs I’ve seen in the past, I still don’t know who makes up the minor trio. I’ve seen it mentioned a lot, and I always assumed it’s Jaehee, V, and Saeran. If it’s someone else, I’ll gladly write for them, too! (Dialogue of fat-shaming in Jaehee’s. Just a heads up!)


Yoosung:

  • He had to pick up your kid from school one day because he got off from work early
  • Yoosung drove there just a little too early when he saw your child getting harassed by three other kids
  • oh no
  • nonononono
  • Instead of just driving up, he parked that damn car and walked up
  • Just far enough so they thought he was a highschooler  even if hes older hes still small you can fight me on this
  • Once he was in earshot, his only thought was how dare they
  • The things they were saying were downright disgusting to him
  • Yoosung walked right up and tapped one of them on the shoulder
  • “Hey there buddy boy, I’m going to ask, no, tell you to kindly leave and never speak to my child again”
  • Your kid just kinda bip bopped along with him after he turned to leave after the kids had given half-hearted apologies
  • “Hey, Dad?” “What? Do you want ice cream? We can go. If you want to talk, we can do that, too” “I just wanted to say that you didn’t need to do that. What they said is pretty normal for me”
  • oh hell no
  • Yoosung just nodded slightly “But it doesn’t have to be” “It’s just like that, but can we still get ice cream?” “Yep! Just don’t tell, MC!” “Will you promise not to tell them about my school either? I don’t want them worried, since you seem to be”
  • So they went out to a small shop that wasn’t too far away from your home and talked about animals
  • Then once they got home, you could see him looking concerned at your child when the put their bag from school up
  • He went to his office and typed out an email
  • Turns out, he got the three kids suspended
  • PTA Dad Yoosung won’t stand for that shit
  • Didn’t tell MC because he promised

Zen:

  • You can’t tell me he’s not a PTA dad either
  • Sure, practice sometimes doesn’t allow him to go to every meeting
  • But you know he’s ready to fight Nancy at the bake sale because what were those brownies, Jesus, Nancy
  • aNYWAYS, you both had to go to one of those lame ass schools fairs
  • you couldn’t say no to your kid because those puppy eyes reminded you of Zen’s
  • You were waiting in line for food while Zen was buying tickets for things and you let your child go off with their friends
  • Then the yelling started dAMMIT, ZEN
  • “How dare you talk to my child like that?” “Well, um, sir-” “No, I’m not hearing it from you, young man” “I want to say-” “Not you either, young lady!”
  • Zen walked back with your kid in tow and he was fuming
  • “MC! Can we leave? There’s much better food at the restaurant we passed” “Only if you tell me what happened, because it looks like our daughter is perfectly fine” “No, she is nOT. They were making fun of her weight! How dare they insult our princess” “Zen, You sound like a script right now, calm down”
  • Your child just mumbled, “Well, that’s what happened during school anyways”
  • Turning around so quickly that you got bitch-slapped by his hair, he looked at your kid
  • He was n o t having this shit
  • “Who cares if you’ve got squish? There’s just more to love! Those kids are douchebags” “Zen-” “As long as you’re comfortable with you, there’s no issue. If you feel bad because of that snotbag, I will find out who his mom is and raise hell” “Zen-” “That one girl looked like her mom runs a drug cartel. I should know, too, because her mom is probably Bethany” “Hyun!”
  • He turned back towards you flashing a slightly awkward smile
  • “MC, that boy was a beast
  • “Not this again” Well, damn, if your kid is sick of it, he probably should be, too
  • You ended up leaving after your kid was done with his shit wanted to leave
  • He may or may not have raised a little hell on the board
  • Gave a two minute monologue on bullying at the monthly meeting

Jaehee: (Good end and after end spoilers)

  • Your son liked to hang around the café after school was done with a few friends
  • He came in one day with several people, a few being ones you recognized
  • You were taking orders and Jaehee was wiping down tables along with picking up dishes
  • cue dramatic plate falling when she overheard their conversation
  • “Maybe your clothes wouldn’t be so big if your  parents didn’t bake so much for you” “He’s right. All those pastries can’t be that great. Especially with how little you do in PE” “Maybe stop eating all of your lun-”
  • “Excuse me, but who are you, ma’am?” “Just a friend of this kid” “Get out of this café” “Who are you? Where’s the manager?”
  • “Mom, it’s fi-” “I’m Mrs. Kang, the owner of this establishment, and the disgusting comments you are making are towards my son. Leave
  • The girl turned bright red and moved to gather her things
  • Jaehee’s badass arm stopped her from properly getting up
  • “I thought it was heavily implied that you were to apologize”
  • She was downright glaring at this kid
  • You paused when nobody else was at the counter and turned your attention to what was going down
  • This look wasn’t even reserved for customers who threw orders at her
  • Once the girl left after having to repeat her apology several times, all the others followed, trying not to maintain eye contact with Jaehee
  • She slid in the booth across from your son and had a lengthy discussion about what was wrong for people to say
  • Jaehee had had enough in her life getting treated awfully, so your kid wasn’t allowed to have any of that
  • That night, you had to talk her out of fighting that kid
  • “Jaehee, that’s assault” “MC, it’s justice

Seven:

  • He was dicking around with the security system at your kid’s school
  • It’s not stalking if its not obsessive
  • The system’s visual aspect may not be strong, but the audio was pretty okay
  • Seven just wanted to hear what your child was doing after the bell had rung (I had to look up if it was rung or rang just now)
  • As soon as he heard what a person was saying that was most definitely not your child, he was ready to f i g h t
  • Your kid came back from school that day and went to greet him
  • He may or may not have turned around in an office chair dramactically
  • “So who’s Jun Ho? He sounds like a real biiiii-I mean, jerkwad” “How do you know who he is? He’s in one of my classes.” “Some teacher emailed me saying he was being rude to you. Making remarks on your appearance or something” “Oh, yeah, he does that a lot. It stopped bugging me awhile ago”
  • Red Alert: How About No?
  • “He shouldn’t be saying things like that in the first place. Why do you even talk to him?” “Jun Ho gives me food” “As much as I love food, you should never be degraded to get it” “But it’s soda, and I can’t take that to school” “You won’t get in trouble if no one finds out. That’s besides the point. Can you please drop that douuu-um, that trashcan? You don’t deserve to be told anything that’s negative about yourself that isn’t constructive”
  • Your kid just tried to assure him that It’s Fine, Dad but it most definitely Was Not
  • So then he went into every social media account he could find of Jun Ho’s and left some lovely messages and photos for the kid to find later

Jumin:

  • you know this motherfucker sent your kid to a private school
  • He didn’t realize that not every person would be magically nice to eachother
  • Just let him believe
  • Jumin was content with that for awhile until The Incident
  • Your son was walking back into your home as he was video chatting people at a party
  • For some reason, their conversation dropped off to what sports people were playing and some dumbass in the background made a rude remark to your kid
  • Jumin walked over and took the phone from your son’s hand and got the attention of the teenagers
  • holy shit, that was the dude that their parents made those important business deals with
  • that suit is probably worth more than all my organs
  • damn, he looks like he’s about ready to fail all of us in a class
  • Please refrain from ever contacting this phone ever again. Your words are unappreciated by myself”
  • Your son was desperately trying to mute him repeating that it was all okay
  • Jumin was still drilling these kids
  • “Furthermore, it is not any of your business to inquire about an individual’s health whatsoever. I will have you make good note that everything in this household is meticulously organized, so no, you’re not ‘concerned for his health’ or any other excuse that is as incompetent as yourselves. Have a good evening”
  • Sassy Jumin snapping that hang up button
  • Then he held out the phone to your son that took it nervously
  • “You’re never to speak to them again” “Dad, I-” “No, it is absolutely not fine. You will not be told that just because you’re not of the bare minimum weight, that you are any less of a human being. You are to be respected. If you are to speak to any of your classmates, please inform them that all business deals with their families will end soon.”
  • He most definitely called all of their parents that evening to tell them of these changes
  • Blocked every number he could
  • Also made sure that any future advertisements that were made by any department were to be inclusive of plus-size models

V:

  • There was a new museum and he was invited to attend it’s opening with his family
  • No way this Cotton Candy Man could say no when your daughter got excited at the mention of an artist she loved that was to have an exhibit showcased
  • Everyone had gotten dressed up for the occasion, including V in a snazzy I’m so sorry that I use that word suit, yourself in comfortable formal wear, and your daughter wearing a tighter blouse with a skirt
  • What she wore didn’t bug you or Jihyun, whatever made her the most loving to herself was fine by you
  • The three of you had walked in and were walking around to greet other guests and enjoy hors d'oeuvres
  • Your daughter walked off to admire the paintings until who you recognized as one of her fellow students walked up to her
  • There was no use in eavesdropping so you continued to walk as V walked into the room of the pieces
  • He honestly didn’t notice them until he could hear your child’s voice
  • Then he noticed what the other party was saying
  • Calm Dad walked over to them and apologized for his interruption in the conversation to tell off the student for what they were saying about your daughter’s outfit
  • “Hey, Dad, Mi Na wasn’t bothering me” “Then she was bothering me. Mi Na, please refrain from speaking negatively about my daughter’s appearance in the future. I assure you that whatever clothing she wishes to wear will not effect you”
  • You looked over to see the “Bitch, you ain’t shit” smile on his face and got interested to see what was going on
  • He explained to you the situation then spoke to your daughter again with a short lecture on Why She Was Perfect and Why People Suck
  • Got the girl kicked out from the museum afterwards
  • To make it up, even though “It was fINE, DAD,” V was able to get artwork from the artist your daughter was so excited to see

Saeran:

  • this one’s going to do with an ice cream parlor I’m sorry
  • He agreed to go on a family outing as long as the crowds weren’t too big
  • Hey, if you made it this far, don’t mess it up
  • To his favorite ice cream parlor first!
  • None of you cared if it was eleven am
  • It was always time for ice cream
  • While you three were waiting in line, your child noticed that the person scooping was the dickbag of an upperclassman that had been harassing them for a couple of weeks
  • Saeran noticed how they acted and offered to get a table with them so that it would fit into conversation easily
  • They nodded and went with them so that he could ask what happened
  • Your kid told him that the boy at the counter was giving him shit for his weight and that “It’s perfectly fine”
  • Then Saeran was p i s s e d
  • He assured them that they were perfectly fine as long as they liked themselves
  • Saeran then offered for them to go back in the line where you were ordering your food
  • Your child was slightly anxious as to what he’d do to the worker
  • He glared at that upperclassman so strongly that you thought he had killed Saeran’s joy in life
  • Considering how much Saeran loved his new family, he pretty much did, so the kid deserved to be scared for half a minute
  • He then smiled at you when you handed a cone to him and you sat down with the three of you eating happily
  • Saeran noticed the glances he was getting but didn’t mind them
  • He glared at the kid again for good measure when he held open the door

I’m sorry that this took me so long! Also, no offense if your name is Nancy or Bethany. They’re just my go to PTA Mom names. I’m going to try to get at least two requests up each day. I hope that this was to your satisfaction, but I’ll happily fix anything if you see fit. Much love to you all!

A thieving roommate and a "haunted" Xbox

Warning:Long, but totally worth it!

During freshman year of college I roomed with my cousin and our friend Dan. The three of us happened to be quite the marijuana enthusiasts and enjoyed smoking…a lot. As great a luxury cannabis is, it wasn’t cheap, especially to three college kids. So naturally, when we wanted to smoke together we’d all chip in an equal sized nug so no one ended up getting short-changed and to obviously save a little cash here and there. As time went on, Dan began to run out of money due to his constant smoking. No money=no weed. So what went from rolling a spliffs everyday suddenly became smashing  bowls and scraping resin off the shards of glass and mixing it with tobacco to get high. In our very small and cramped room, I had a mason jar filled with a baggie of my weed hidden in a spot that NO ONE (I thought) knew about. After class one day, I wanted to sit back and enjoy a smoke when I pulled my stash out of the hiding spot to find that the weed was missing. Instantly, I knew Dan did the dirty deed. My cousin wasn’t struggling too bad financially at the time so it couldn’t have been him. But before I pointed any fingers, I decided to wait it out and be 100% positive.

When Dan came back after class, I noticed he was more nervous than usual and didn’t make eye contact with me when we were shooting the shit . Red flag 1. Per usual, he’d throw his jacket on the floor, like he did with any other piece of clothing, and started to make ramen noodles. While he was busy, I slowly lifted the jacket with my foot to reveal the top of a baggy with a few nugs poking out of the inside pocket. Red flag 2. I’m not a big fan of thieves, so I decided to get my revenge on Dan in a very petty way. Just to let you all know, Dan is a very gullible human being and tends to believe anything, even if it’s a little far fetched…

One day, my roommates and I planned on having a Netflix night with a bunch of our friends later on in the week. Me being me, saw this as an excellent opportunity to do something devilish, but “What devilish thing should I do?” At the time, there was an Iphone app called Xbox Smartglass that had just come out (I think). Basically, one would log in their Xbox Live account information, connect their phone to the Xbox, and control basic things like direction (think directional pad) and clicking the “A” or “B” buttons.

With this newfound information, I knew exactly what I was going to do, but had to bank on doing it right.

The Netflix night comes and all 10 of us are outside finishing up a spliff before we head back in. I, however, excused myself early to go to the “bathroom”. During this time, I quickly went inside my room, turned my Xbox on, connected my phone to Smartglass, and left it on my bed (it would disconnect if you were too far away). A few moments pass and we are all jam-packed into the room. Dan and I had bunk beds on the right side of the room. He had the top bunk and I had the bottom. My cousin, Gucci, had his own bed on the left side of the room. Everyone else was squeezed in the middle. What’s perfect about my position is that I could conceal my phone very well with no one being the wiser.

Dan had the controller and began sifting through possible movies to watch. I started off with clicking to the right, left, up, and down every so often making it appear that Dan was fucking around with the controller.

“Yo Rivy, I think your controller is busted.” said Dan.

I obviously told him it wasn’t and that he’s scrolling through everything too fast.

So I continued to fuck around more and more until I started moving everything faster and faster. Naturally people were like, “Dan! Stop being a dick!” He responded by letting go of the controller to show that it wasn’t him and everything was indeed moving on it’s own. Everyone was confused. This being the right moment, I stopped for a few seconds….then slowly shifted down to the “Horror” section, scrolled to the right until I saw the movie conveniently titled “Hell” and clicked on it.

Everyone screamed and hollered. Dan jumped out of his bunk, nearly crashing into everyone, and ripped the plug right out of the  Xbox. As he turned back, I could see the look of true fear in his eyes. Everyone was scared shitless and the commotion caught the attention of the RA. It was painfully hard trying not to laugh during this whole ordeal.

Our room was the talk for the entire week. Dan was going around telling everyone, “Yo man, our Xbox is fucking haunted/possessed…”

From friends, to classmates, RA’s and even the hall janitor, Dan told EVERYONE. He was so infatuated and scared, I decided to keep going with it. It got so crazy that Dan, and I swear to God I’m not lying, would talk directly to the Xbox as if it was a person. He’d ask it questions like “Who are you?” “Are you a kind spirit?” “Can you communicate through other forms of technology?”

This was absolute gold.

Before you know it, I started communicating with Dan by typing on the keyboard for Xbox live messaging. I got more daring and wrote words like:

“Dan”….”Death”….”Car”…”Demon”…”Hell”.

I also wrote places he would be that day, clothes he was wearing, people he knew, etc.

He was too busy freaking out that he never took a moment to logically think about the whole situation. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine pranking someone this bad….especially with an inanimate object. I do want to note that my cousin found out about my prank/revenge due to the fact that he saw “Smartglass Connected” pop up on the Xbox dashboard. I told him everything and he promised not interfere and encouraged me to continue on :).

One day after class, I walked into my room to find Dan sitting upright on his bunk staring into space. I asked him what’s up and he went on about how scared he was and how he believed someone was hacking the Xbox and sending him threatening messages. He also believed that whoever was doing it was also hacking the webcam too (lol). Dan went on and on and even considered calling the cops (yikes).  Realizing how out of hand this was getting, I stopped fucking with him for a little while.

Overall, I kept my vengeful prank a secret for a few months before I finally told him. He was livid at me and firmly believed someone….or something was out to get him. But he did admit to stealing my weed and soon paid me back. A word to the wise, never steal from someone, you never know what appliance will become possessed and haunt you ;)

TL;DR: College roommate stole weed from me. I got my revenge by making him believe our Xbox was haunted.

What’s up, party people? I tell ya’, I always had a hunch Barry saw me as a potential best man – or best mate, as Julian would say – but now it’s official.   When he and Iris tie the knot I’ll be there ready to rock the most epic best man speech ever heard on any Earth! This promises to be some high level adulting and I have to make sure I look the part.  Even though, the couple hasn’t set the date, I found myself looking into the mirror – fantasizing about the occasion – and decided your boy needed to step up his fashion game.  To put it simply, it was time to dress like “a real grown up” as Harry would say. So I cracked open my limited edition Green Arrow piggy bank and hit up the Central City Mall to buy some new threads. 

It’s been a hot minute since I hung around the mall, and I was bombarded by youths, elderly mall walkers (gotta get that heart rate up!), and pushy bargain hunters.  It reminded me of the classic zombie mall sequence from Dawn of the Dead (freak-ay!)  But I then spotted some kids hanging by the food court, goofing off.  They made me nostalgic for my old mallrat days.  Ah, the memories. I resisted the urge to hit up the video game store and headed straight for some upscale clothing shops.  Before I knew it I was in my own Pretty Woman montage of trying on baller outfits.  Slacks and new leather shoes? Check. Check.  Silk buttoned down shirt? For days.  Suave sports coat? You know it.  Suddenly I was strutting the mall, turning heads left and right.  I stopped at a storefront and looked at the fashionable man before me. Turns out I clean up real nice until…

Two kids from the food court ran past me, scuffing my shiny new leather loafers.  I turned to see a security guard chasing after them.  I ducked down a hallway where no one could see and opened a quick breach and popped out right in front of the kids.  I told them to slow their rolls and asked why they were being chased.  The kids looked scared and pleaded that they weren’t doing anything wrong – they were pretending they were Flash and Kid Flash on the hunt for a meta.  I have to say, I was touched, just the security guard caught up to us.  He barked at the kids – “no running allowed!”

When I told the guard they were only emulating the heroics of The Flash and Kid Flash, the security guard softened.  Turns out, he was also a big fan and let the kids off win a warning.  The kids thanked me and said they never expected a grown up to be so cool.  They disappeared into the mall, probably to hit up a Spencer’s Gifts like I did back in the day.

On my way out, I caught a glimpse of myself in a storefront window.  I saw the reflection of a sharp-dressed, serious man and realized I was kidding myself. This is isn’t me.  I’m fine at being an adult, but in my own way, going by my own rules. So I returned all the clothes and stopped at the food court’s Big Belly Burger for fries and a shake, in my Cisco-approved wardrobe.  And Barry and Iris will be cool with whatever threads I decide to rock on the big day.

hush little baby...

cs future family fluff ~ or the one in which Killian and Emma are in awe, and amazed, and so in love with their five-week old baby girl. (( AO3 ))

AN:I’m sad, kay? and with cs babies and singing on the brain, so excuse me while I pour all my mush into the world. Fluff galore to help me deal with today.


​Everything is just so small. So so bloody small.

Before Estella was born, Killian helped Emma wash and fold the tiny clothes; all of them, including the miniature trousers and booties. He briefly wondered (assumed) the baby sure wasn’t going to be able to fit in half the clothes.

It had been much of an afterthought back then. He shared a look with Emma when she commented about the size of the clothes (most likely having read his thoughts about the matter) but that had been the end of it.

They carried on, deciding instead which tiny outfit their baby would wear when they brought her or him home from the hospital.

At the time, they didn’t know Estella was a girl, so they’ve chosen a little white cotton one-piece, with tiny yellow ducks on the feet and a small one near the heart.

Once the day came, and Estella was born, it turned out the outfit they chose was much too big for their little duckling. Estella was a wee little one and most all the clothes they had for her, were too big.

Killian could hardly believe it and insisted there was no way that was possible.

Emma had been more understanding than he was, and proceeded to make arrangements to get more than a handful of smaller clothes for Estella.

She reassured him telling him Estella would grow into all of her clothes in no time flat, and that this was normal. “She was born a whole five weeks early, Killian,” Emma had told him patiently. “There was a lot of chunking up this little one decided to skip,” she’d said, before kissing Estella softly and effectively making his heart stutter.

(Grow in size as well. Probably two sizes at least)

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SMITTEN KITTEN BONUS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!

This little blurb is for my darling @t-starkasm who sent me this picture of a very obvious Smitten Kitten!!

So I added another little bit to the ORIGINAL STORY to include this darling little scene!!!

Enjoy!!

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The ringtone of Steves phone completely interrupted the mission briefing, and absolutely made Agent Coulsons jaw drop.

Who let the dogs out? Who who who who! Who let the dogs out?”

“Oh my god.” His face flamed red and he scrambled to mute it. “I am so sorry, Agent Coulson, Colonel Rhodes, its um—”

“Captain Rogers.” Rhodey was trying his damnest to keep the snmirk off his face. “Captain Rogers.” he cleared his throat. “Would I be correct in assuming that Seargent Barnes is the one calling you right now?”

“I–I–” the Lion shifter swallowed back a growl of annoyance. “My mate changed my ringtone, I apologize.”

“Sorry, but Seargent Barnes chose that as his ringtone?” Agent Coulson asked in that quietly, polite way of his. “Seargent Barnes, the Alpha Wolf shifter?”

“Not that mate. My other mate, Tony.” he breathed a deep sigh. Tony had changed his ringtone because hed been upset Steve couldnt stay with him all day today. Not that Steve had wanted to spend his whole day locked in the conference room talking about missions and personell. No he would much rather be snuggled up in bed with both his mates. He missed Tony and Bucky so much he nearly ached. He needed a break from all this. A break from being Captain America. A break from being Steve. He needed to just be Bucky and Tonys mate, and let them take care of him.

Steve shook his head and pushed those thoughts away. He had been feeing down for weeks now and didnt really know what to do about it.

“If you’ll excuse me.” he said politely. “I need to take this.”

“Ah. Of course.” Coulson said with a little smile. “By all means, take your mates call.”

“Thank you. Just a few minutes.” Steve stepped into the hallway and opened his phone. “Bucky, I swear to god. You know I am in a meeting, I will muzzle your–”

“911, Steve.” Buckys voice was stressed, nearly a whine. “911, our room. Its Tony.”

“Oh shit.” Steve only stepped into the conference room long enough to snatch his shield, and took off running, no apology or explanation or anything.

“ I havent been around the compound much since this all happened.” Coulson commented mildly. “Does this sort of thing–”

“Tony is the most high maintenance person in the world. Also the most high maintence shifter. Steve and Bucky have their hands full all the time.”

“Tony only weighs eighty pounds.” Coulson raised his eyebrows and Rhodey just started laughing.

“Phil. You literally have no idea how much of a handful Tony can be.”

“Isnt his shifter form a cat?”

Phil. You have no idea.” The colonel collapsed back into his chair, shoulders shaking.

“But both Rogers and Barnes are Alpha–”

“Phil.” Rhodey was full on cackling now, wiping his tears away. “You have no idea.”

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Hey guys~! Trying out a new type of sale for the month of April~! This is my ‘Never Before: Character Sale’! As the title eludes, the ‘catch’ for this sale are characters that have never been drawn before! ♥

These will be $40 (for 1 char. + 1-4 items) - Paypal OR Google Wallet ♥

If you’re interested, send me an email with these bullet points filled out ~
- height + body type +face shapes (top heavy, bottom heavy, etc.)
- hair, flesh, eye colors (scars, tats, freckles etc.) 
- basic personality traits, posture (things that better suggest how they’d pose)
- clothing and aesthetic (armor, nudity, its all welcome!)
- up to 4 hand-held items. Nothing too big!

- additional notes are awesome C: Just please don’t overwhelm me! ^^;

Sometimes it’s hard to describe things, or you’d like to be as accurate as possible; so reference images are absolutely welcome! (Quality will be similar to what you see above. Usually better, never worse)

I usually respond to emails in small groups, so if you don’t hear back from me right away, please be patient ;u; I will post when I have gotten through all the ones for a day and if I didn’t respond to you THEN please message me ♥

I’m taking 40 of these for now, and depending on my speed and stamina, I’ll do a few more~

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Email me at momodeary@gmail.com - Please title it ‘APRIL SALE’ So I can more easily find them!

Any OC’s, self-insert characters and species welcome! ♥

My Sweet Boy

October 24 2014

My baby boy Matty is growing up! I went to kiss his little pink cheeks today and they seemed less chubby. His adorable dimples don’t go as deep as they used to.

October 26 2014

I cried all day today. Matty refused to take my milk for the first time. I feel like he’s already growing apart from me.

October 31 2014

Happy Halloween! Matty started eating a little grownup food the other day and he loved it! I’m still a little sad our Mommy-Son bond is going away but he still seems to want my milk sometimes. I bet he can tell how happy I am to give it to him. There’s nothing like that feeling of closeness, don’t you think?

November 2 2014

I am so mad at Matty I could scream. Five times he pushed me away when I tried to feed him! FIVE! I guess I’m a useless old cow whose milk isn’t good anymore.

November 3 2014

I let Matty try some crushed up candies the other day. He LOVED them! He took handful after handful of the powdery stuff and kept whining for more. At least he was happy when I gave it to him. He smiled every time. Still, those dimples just didn’t look as cute as they used to.

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anonymous asked:

Ok though, who would win Percy or Jason? Or at least who do you think would win, like if they HAD to fight for some reason. Weapons are included, so is Big Three powers. Begin!

I went off topic because I as a good mother have to support both my sons, but boy oh boy, do I have a lot to say about the caliber of Big Three kids and how that effects Percy and Jason’s relationship.

So in PJO, there’s this vibe about how the Big Three kids are powerful, right? Thalia is fierce and mighty, we watch Percy’s powers develop into something that could devastate half the country, we see Nico summon energy so intense it stops the Titan Lord in his tracks, and we even get to see Bianca take down a skeleton warrior that’s supposed to be impossible to kill just because of who she is. There’s a huge emphasis placed on them because of the prophecy as well, and it’s handled so well in PJO (fun fact: all three of lead a different army during the titan war). There’s this raw power that hangs about each of them, and I really believe that their physical bodies and their reflexes, instincts, abilities, etc, are actually enhanced above an average demigod’s.

We know demigods are above the normal human level, and if you think about it Big Three kids are more closely related to the gods (they’re in the same generation as Athena, Ares, Hermes, etc., while as other demigods are a generation below), so it makes sense that they would be that much more enhanced. I’ve always felt like they looked alike, sharper, more godlike features. I think they all have similar body types and need to eat more frequently than average, because their bodies use up more energy more quickly. And there’s these random tidbits thrown in there about how Percy has heat sensitive vision (TLO, Poseidon’s palace), superhuman physical strength (BOTL, battle with Antaeus), and even a level of superhuman speed (MOA, Kansas fight). And, of course, that 100 yard jump that Percy somehow does, and the fact that he consistently is able to make nine/ten foot jumps. I really think that’s a Big Three trademark. If you think about it, it has to be: we know Percy is able to withstand superhuman levels of water pressure and low temperatures, so his physical body has to be designed differently. I’d assume Zeus’ children can withstand superhuman levels of altitude and air pressure and extreme temperatures, and Hades’ children can withstand the pressure of the earth and high temperatures. Their bodies are more durable, and their reflexes are probably enhanced, and their instincts need to be sharper in order to hone their powers.

MY POINT: Big Three kids are badass, and when they’re really fighting, the only, the only, demigods who stand a chance against them are other Big Three kids.

This is sort of stripped away in HOO. There’s no emphasis at all placed on Big Three kids. It’s not even discussed how like “Wow Zeus broke the oath twice and there’s absolutely no reason the Great Prophecy couldn’t have been about Jason.” Jason can fly and Hazel can do underground stuff, which is cool, but I felt like it was dummed down. To some extent, I headcanon that this is because Percy, Thalia, Nico and Bianca were born from their father’s original and therefore most concentrated forms (even in boo when the gods finally get over the split the greek form is the one that wins out, because it’s the original and therefore more powerful.)

But I’m also of the opinion that Hazel and Jason have less raw power than Greek Big Three demigods because Rick was worried about overshadowing everyone else. (which they would have, imagine if jason and hazel were on par with nico and thalia…. they definitely would have stolen the show. but it’s also bad to just make them lamer so other demigods can shine. here’s a wild idea: don’t make them big three. problem solved. but alas.)

Funnily enough, Percy is getting more powerful. and by funny i mean why, since he really didn’t need any more. UNLESS we run with the concept that Big Three kids get much more powerful as they get older, which is super fucking cool. Consider the way Dionysus, a son of Zeus, became a god just by sheer force of will? Like, not that I think all Big Three kids will do this, but if they really wanted to, they could. I think that’s why Zeus is so willing to offer godhood to Percy—easier to monitor someone with that kind of power if they’re bound to the same laws/regulations as gods are. In many ways, mortals have a lot more freedom than gods. Hazel compares Percy’s aura to a god (he hasn’t showered, slept, or eaten in days at this point and he’s wearing dirty torn clothes too so i can only imagine what he looks like when he’s prepped for battle).

And there’s all these references to how the grass starts shriveling at Nico’s feet when he doesn’t want to do something, Thalia shocking people when she’s pissed, Jason throwing sparks when he gets emotional, Hazel’s curse, Percy destroying the plumbing. So. When the Big Three kids fight? The forces of nature respond.

We joke a lot about how Annabeth can beat Percy up and whatever it’s cute and funny, but honestly? Think of the level of power that Percy is holding back. Think of those few references where he says he doesn’t want to stop (ahklys, the stables in botl). Imagine the level of self control it takes to reign in power like that.

I can basically guarantee you that every Big Three kid feels that way. It must be really hard to fight without using your powers, which feel like such second nature to you that they happen without your conscious direction, like an extension of your body, in tune with your emotions. Think of trying to spar with a non-Big-Three demigod, and having to regulate your powers.

AND THEN. IMAGINE. SPARRING AGAINST OTHER BIG THREE KIDS.

You don’t have to hold back, because they can take it. Their body is designed the same way yours is. Their reflexes, strength, speed, durability is all on par with yours. You can let loose.

Think of how good that must feel.

Percy and Thalia start to do this in ttc, but are interrupted by the Oracle. But man, Percy never would’ve threatened anyone but Thalia with the whole lake. But Thalia? Thalia can take it. It’s why their relationship was so good., because it operates this way on an emotional level, as well. They see the worst of each other, because they can take the worst of each other. I feel the same way about Percy and Nico– they gravitate towards each other, because Percy gets what it feels like to have that much power contained in your body.

All of this to say, that I’m sure Percy and Jason’s relationship functions the same way. They use each other as mutual punching bags, because they can. Because they’re equal in virtually every arena, because they can let loose without having to worry about going to far and pushing too hard. When they fight, the forces of nature respond. And it’s probably a sight to see.