It was his idea, after this kid at his school was being followed by this woman who spoke with her hands to the boy every time the teacher spoke. Percy thought it was so weird and he asked the boy why he couldn’t talk
The lady was really nice to him about it, too. She told him the boy couldn’t hear and that this was his way of talking, even if he was in what he called a ‘hearing school’
Percy fell in love with the language instantly. He befriended the boy and the lady, and because of that everyone made fun of him for being around 'that weird kid’
By the end of the semester, Percy was able to talk to Jacob, the deaf kid, without having to used Amanda, the translator
When he went home for winter break, he eagerly showed Sally the new language he learned. Sally couldn’t believe Percy picked up on something like that so quickly, learning so much in only a few short months
Percy insisted that they learn, because 'Then Smelly Gabe doesn’t have to yell at us for being too loud.’
He taught her whenever he had the chance, which was those rare times they went grocery shopping or out buying new uniforms because Percy was afraid Gabe would pick up on this beautiful language
When Percy went back to school, he found out his deaf friend had to move. Heartbroken (platonically speaking) and alone, Percy’s grades stopped getting better and he went mute for the rest of the schon year, refusing to do schoolwork or activities. He buried himself into ASL, learning as much as he could before Sally got a letter shortly after April testing stating that Percy was not welcome back for the next grading cycle
As he got older, he used ASL more than ever. He went back to talking, but sometimes he found himself accidentally signing as he spoke. It started off subtlety, only being words like 'my mother’, 'wind’, 'let’s go’, and 'no/yes’
Sometimes he’ll forget he’s not deaf, or that “normal kids” don’t sign, and he’ll switch into ASL in an argument
Kids teased him for it
He won’t admit it out loud, but that was why he fired that cannon at that Revolutionary war memorial
He forced himself to stop signing when he went to Yancy. He couldn’t look his mom in the eyes for a week when she found out that those kids, the ones who teased him for learning the deaf language, were why he blew up a bus.
Grover met Percy and befriended him, not once learning of his hidden language ability
Percy secretly likes no one knowing about it. It felt kind of like a secret language a spy would use when she couldn’t talk to her partner
As he grew into his demigod life, he found ways to prevent the unintentional signing - spinning Riptide in his fingers, running a hand through his hair, crossing his arms, or simply tucking his hands into his pockets
When Gabe died, Sally and Percy stopped signing to each other. After all, they didn’t need to be secretive, right?
When Paul came around, Percy’s signing defense reactivated. He talked to his mom with his hands again, which had shocked the teacher
Sally reassured Percy that there was no way Paul would be like Gabe. Gabe was being used for his scent; Paul was here because he was sweet and kind and loving
Paul couldn’t understand a word of their conversation, and when he asked Sally what happened, she told him that ASL was Percy’s “escape” language
Percy was shocked when Paul asked him to learn. It proved to be very great bonding time between the 2 of them
Then Hera kidnapped Percy and wiped his memories
While he trained with Lupa, he found himself weaving strange hand gestures into his speech. He couldn’t understand how he knew what this one hand gesture meant, or how to say a certain phrase without having to talk, but he thought it was the coolest thing ever.
Something inside him told himself to keep the hand signals to himself, like a gut feeling
Lupa was always telling Percy to follow his gut
So he stopped signing, focusing on improving his battle movements
Sometimes, on the Argo 2, he would stand in front of the mirror and sign to himself
Once again, he hid his favourite language from his friends. This was his and his mom’s language, their special way of talking
No one was allowed to know it unless they had to
Not even his own father knew that Percy and Sally were ASL speakers
The quests fly by, Percy making a point to communicate with his mouth and not his hands
At the end of Saving The World Part Two™, the first thing he did was go see his mom and sign to her
Beautiful with an S is the name his friend Jacob gave her when Percy showed him a picture. That name was the first thing hr signed when he saw his mother again
The squeal Paul heard from the kitchen indicated that Sally had signed “I’m pregnant”
(Which, guys, totally happened to be all Percy’s fault. Don’t believe me? It took a month of travel to get to Rome. Apollo went MIA for 6 months, which means TOA took place 7 months after SON. Sally is seven months pregnant in The Hidden Oracle…)
Percy settled back down into his normal oral-only speech rule he made for himself
Then Annabeth called him and said that he needed to meet her in Boston
Percy packed up stuff and drove himself to Boston via Blackjack & Chariot taxi services
There he met Magnus, Blitzen, Sam, and Hearthstone
Annabeth cheerily introduced Percy to her 'mortal-not-so-mortal’ cousin
Magnus and Percy discussed stuff for a while before Hearthstone signed that he couldn’t understand what Percy was saying because his mouth formed words differently
Without meaning to, Percy instantly started signing an apology, explaining that New York City accents did that
And Annabeth nearly flipped the table
“What do you mean you’ve been signing since you were 7?!”
Percy was stuck trying to explain to Annabeth that him knowing another language like that was no big deal
But to Percy, ASL was a huge deal. It was his favourite and his secret language.
Annabeth was just mad that such an important piece of information about Percy was never brought to her attention
Karkat: his marshmallow is engulfed in flames. dave keeps telling him to take it out. this only makes him more stubborn. shut up I’m doing this my own way. he has created charcoal. it is disgusting. he’ll eat it anyway because dave will make fun of him if he doesnt. dave makes fun of him for eating it. he cannot win
Dave: he keeps making his marshmallow touch other marshmallows. except karkat’s because it is on fire. everyone regards this with benign amusement except john who keeps telling him to knock it off you damn doofus you are going to knock them off into the fire. challenge accepted. they are passive aggressively trying to knock each other’s marshmallows into the fire. in an inexplicable turn of events roxy wins. they didn’t even realize she was trying. dave blames john. john blames dave. roxy feels bad and makes them both perfect s’mores after. they accept this, begrudgingly. roxy sits between them. she puts her arms around the both of them. leans forward and innocently asks if there are any other challengers. no one accepts
Dirk: perfectly roasts his marshmallow. burns his hands pulling it off the stick. pretends that this didnt happen. is annoyed by how it is impossible to eat a smore without getting marshmallow shit all over his face. no one look at me. fuck, everyone is looking. rose is raising her eyebrows at him. jake is grinning at him. just eat it. come on
Jake: bets karkat he can eat more of them than he can. they lose track of who is winning somewhere around number nine. karkat accuses him of cheating b/c hes breaking off the graham cracker pieces outside the lines so his are smaller. jake calls him a whiny soft gut wiggler. karkat mashes a half melted marshmallow into jakes hair. they eat six more each and then bond over a mutual inability to endure even a whiff of the scent of marshmallow or chocolate without gagging for months thereafter
Rose: likes her marshmallows slightly burnt. makes fun of dave for barely toasting his. dave scoffs at her. you just like ur marshmallows the way you like your soul, black and shriveled. rose grins. why thank u dave. youre so sweet. she makes aggressive eye contact as she consumes half the smore in one bite. graham cracker and marshmallow go everywhere. god damn smores and their notorious structural instability. dave and roxy snort when they laugh. rose wipes her face with a paper napkin, balls it up and throws it at them. at least my marshmallows are warm inside. yours are cold & nasty and that’s the facts
Kanaya: doesnt super get it b/c lets face it sweets are kind of ???? when you’re a vampire who constantly craves the coppery taste of questionable liquid sustenance. she eats four anyway because it seems to be The Thing. It’s actually not the worst thing in the world. she slowly collects all the dark chocolate. these are mine. jane asks where tf the dark chocolate bars all went. kanaya looks up, a half melted marshmallow speared on her fangs, sucking the melty fluff out of the middle. it was definitely not me, she says, around a mouthful. uh. yes of course not, jane agrees. she sits back down. her eyes are v. wide. no one questions it again. kanaya privately delights at her good fortune. her story is rock solid and no one suspects her at all and now all these delicious bitter bars are hers and also half rose’s because she’s pretty sure that’s how human marriage works ?? ? ..?
Roxy: puts 7 marshmallows on a stick and creates a toasted gradient. eats the marshmallows directly off the stick. dirk informs her the noises shes making as she does this are borderline obscene. please stop. roxy makes aggressive eye contact as she eats the next one in line like a fuckin marshmallow corncob. dirk throws a marshmallow bag at her. roxy asks him if the marshmallow stick hes using has any relation to the one lodged up his ass. jake chokes on his 14th smore. jane apologizes on their behalf to everyone else present. roxy queues another 7 marshmallows, smirking
Callie: collects one (1) smore from everyone b/c she wants to try out everyones styles. she compliments them all effusively but secretly likes jane’s the best. she cant believe shes finally found this, a sweet that she can also roast mercilessly over an open flame. truly these are gods gift to cherubs. she eats them steadily with no sign of stopping. ppl begin to notice. they become concerned. they are running out of marshmallows. callie. callie we had like ten times as many bags as any reasonable group of people could ever hope to go through in one sitting. what is happening. callie waves them off. she’s still crunching away. she is Content
This probably won’t make sense to anyone who isn’t me, but let me try.
I was trying to explain my position the other day in a discussion about dusttale and Papyrus’s likeliness to be a willing co-conspirator in that kind of situation.
I was trying to express my opinion that even if there was an endless cycle of genocide runs and both brothers somehow remembered them, and even if all hope was lost, the second such a plan was actually vocalized, I felt like Papyrus would decide there had to be another way. He would never go through with it or support it unless he was completely corrupted beyond recognition (even if he was of sound mind but completely compromised morals). I was trying to express a very difficult to explain series of headcanons and analysis, which made this a personal exception, even though I enjoy Papyrus crisis-of-faith plots, angst, face heel turns, and the brothers actually being on the same page. I was trying to be both eloquent and elaborative.
But instead all my mind could conjure up was a scene of sweet, sweet sibling hypocrisy.
I suppose that’s as good a reason as any not to murder everyone you’ve ever known and corrupt the very culmination of your being in a bloody, dusty final stand.
Dean watched as Castiel looked up from his book with his eyebrows pinched together.
“No.” A pause. “Why do you ask?”
“Garth texted me. Apparently there’s one in town that he went to yesterday and he’s obsessed. He said she really knows her stuff.”
Castiel raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the textbook he had sprawled across their kitchen counter, so he could eat and study at the same time - a sight that was not all that uncommon in their apartment.
“Psychics don’t exists, Dean,” he said, matter-of-factly, as he turned the page. “People who claim to be psychic are scammers hoping to draw in the desperate or the gullible. Garth is the latter, I’m afraid.”
“Hey, he’s not -”
“Remember when Gabriel told him that stop signs with a white rim around them were optional?”
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his roommate.
“Duh, Cas. I know that they aren’t legit. Everyone does. But at the very least they’re supposed to be super good at reading people and then you essentially pay them to tell you what their first impression of you is.”
A small smile crept its way across Castiel’s face.
“I could tell you that for free, you know.”
Dean flipped him off as he got up and pulled out an apple from the refrigerator, not even bothering to look back as he did so.
“Whatever. I think it could be kind of cool.”
“Then by all means…” Castiel wrote something down in a notepad and flipped to the next page. “I think you should do it. I have free time tomorrow if you’d like to find this psychic then.”
Dean tossed the apple between his hands.
“You’d come with me?”
“Of course. I would never miss the opportunity to witness someone predicting your death.”
You were my stop sign. do you remember? We were our stop signs. We were the opposite of a turtle with a purpose, We were like a hare with the end in view. But still. We were our stop signs. I’ve been thinking, What if we ignored the stop signs? Where would we be? Would we have been stopped? Pulled over? All the same, but down the track, we said goodbye? Was our end imminent? I don’t know. But you were my stop sign. Do you remember? - c.l
Virginia Beach has a few oddities, but only one that I’ve experienced myself.
Shore Drive is a road by the beach that is notoriously dangerous. People speed all the time, there have been several car accidents & people killed while crossing. It is two lanes on either side separated by a median thick with trees, & thick trees on either shoulder as well. At a certain point there are no streetlights or stop signs, and it gets DARK at night. There aren’t any places to turn off either. Once you pass the last stop light, you have to follow the whole road to the north end in order to turn around.
My friend told me about the “ghost of shore drive” where supposedly if you drive with your headlights off after midnight with no one else on the road, you will see one single light coming toward your car. She said she had seen it & i joked her to no end because it sounded so stupid.
On New Years driving my sister & her friends to their hotel I figured I would give it a try since it was after mignight & i was on the road already. After like half a minute of driving with my lights off, one single light was in my rearview. It wasnt a motorcycle because it was silent when we opened the windows. It got closer & closer until I turned my lights back on. Then it just veered off the road.
To be honest it was cool, but it really freaked me out.