tyson in the one on the right

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Percy Jackson 30 day challenge (continued)

Day idk what day it is and frankly i don’t care anymore

ok despite the Sea of Monsters not being one of my top 3 favorites, it’s still pretty fantastic. it has a lot of really great moments and really awesome aspects of the story, my favorite of which is probably Clarisse. prior to SoM she’s kinda just there to be the Token Jackass Tough Kid that picks on the main character. in Sea of Monsters we get to know her a lot more and quite honestly she’s one of my favorite characters besides the main cast. she’s so great i can’t even

also Tyson is gr8

(one of these days i’ll draw Luke in something but I’m just not feelin it at all right now sigh)

Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. XI

Summary: The reader comes back to her home, meeting with her family, old friends and lover. Time may have passed but feelings nor traditions change.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Angst. Language.

A/N: Hope you guys like this one! Don’t forget the feedback? xoxox.

Italict is internal thoughts.

M.H. Masterlist 

Originally posted by sikanapanele

Everything was calm and almost in silence, except from the constant tap of your fingers against the old desk. The heel of your boot also tapping repeatedly against the cold floor. It’s been nearly twenty-four hours. Almost a day without sleeping or thinking straight. A day with constant regret and self-loathing from bringing your friends and boyfriend to the most dangerous place you’ve known. How could you’d be so naïve? Thinking this time things would be different. Never in a million years this place would be any different.

Like it was personally cursed by Lucifer himself.

Cursed to be bloody and in an infinite war with everyone around it and itself.

There’s no one to blame except yourself if something irremediable happens to them. They were your responsibility since the second you guys stepped into to Charming. It was your responsibility to keep them safe and you failed them.

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tweek: He’s just staring at us! You don’t think he’s going to kill us, do you? Those shears could chop one of our heads off clean! I DON’T WANT MY HEAD TO GET CHOPPED OFF–

craig: Tweek, chill. Anyone can beat the shit out of Donald Trump. You, especially. You spar with Mike Tyson every Friday, for Christ’s sake.
craig: No one’s gonna chop your head off.
tweek: Nnrgh–you’re right… 

clyde: Our beloved homosexuals, Craig and Tweek, obviously!
jimmy: R-round of applause for the haa…
jimmy: the huaahah…
jimmy: …the happy couple, fellas!

tweek: Um. Thanks, Craig.
craig: …yeah, yeah.
clyde: I think I still have some yaoi fanart of you two at my house.
jimmy: You th-think? I saw one in a little picture frame in your living room.

tweek: No–well–sort of? It’s been four years, nn, everyone that we hadn’t told eventually found out that we were acting…
tweek: We still have to pretend, though.
craig: Facebook official for the adults. Because they’re dumb enough to have another breakdown if they figure otherwise.
craig: Some of them want us to be really facebook official.

tweek: You know what, I change my mind, fuck you.
craig: What.

tweek: What the hell, man! Just, just press ignore already, no wonder dad keeps asking me about how much you use facebook! He won’t stop!
craig: I don’t use it. Well, I look at it, but I can’t post or like anything…
craig: Dude, I don’t want to make your dad cry again. It’s just sad.

IMAGINE (4) - PERCY JACKSON

Anonymous said to imagine-unicornys:Can you please make a imagine (Percy Jackson) where the reader is in the arena and trains with a sword, then Percy comes in and they talk, and somehow they’ll kiss? Thanksss

 hope you’ll like it!

(not my gif.)

PERCY JACKSON


“6- no 7- no no 8!” I thought.

“I heard that they were making our favorite today,” Lee Fletcher remarked and cut off my train of thoughts.

“Cheeseburgers?” Michael Yew replied with his face lit up.

We were resting in the cabin before our lunch break. Call me bias, but in my opinion, Apollo’s cabin was the nicest looking cabin among the others.

What made Apollo Cabin so special was that at first glance you may see it as an ordinary cabin, but when hit by sunlight, it looked as if it was made of solid gold. The front door was carved from a laurel tree, with a laurel, a bow, and an arrow carved into the middle. My favorite part about our cabin was that it possessed an enchanted skylight which allowed sunlight to pass through even during the night or when the weather was unfavorable.

“Yes. Cheeseburgers,” Lee Fletcher said with a smirk, emphasising on ‘cheeseburgers’.

“Then for the love of Apollo, what are we waiting for? Let’s get our monkey butts moving!” Michael Yew exclaimed and everyone started moving their way out to the dining pavilion.

“You guys go ahead,” I said.

“Wh-why? Are you sick?” Lee Fletcher said. Nobody would ever reject lunch when there were cheeseburgers. Nobody.

“I’m just not in the mood for lunch, especially when Tantalus’s there,” I replied. I lied.

“Makes sense, have you seen what Tantalus did to that boy during sparring lessons? Feel sorry for that poor boy,” He replied, though I wasn’t sure if he was joking about that poor boy.

“Funny, see you later,” I chuckled and waved as they left the cabin.

Now as I was saying, it has been 8 days since Percy Jackson and his friends went out to save Grover.

“It wasn’t even his quest to begin with,” I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling, in deep thoughts.

“And he didn’t even bother to ask me along,” I remarked.

Percy and I first entered Camp Half Blood approximately around the same time. We learnt the ropes of being a demigod together until I was first claimed by Apollo and he was later claimed by Poseidon. Apparently, it was forbidden for the Big 3 to have children, so Percy being Poseidon’s son was kind of a big deal. To put it simply, Percy Jackson rose to fame in Camp Half Blood.

Just when I thought I had lost a friend, Percy proved me wrong. He would consistently train with me, have his meals with me while sitting outside the dining pavilion (seriously, not being allowed to sit with other demigods in the dining pavilion was total discrimination), and we would even occasionally gossip about Clarisse’s hair. Though I couldn’t join him in his lightning bolt quest because Chiron and Mr. D thought I was ‘too new and amateur’, Percy had told me about all his adventures after he returned.

I always thought Percy and I had a special connection; it may not be romantic, but at least it was special. However, this thought was broken when Percy left for the Sea Of Monsters without me.

I was enraged with Percy. You see, I didn’t understand why he simply couldn’t ask me along. Hell, I wasn’t even aware that he had intended to sneak off with Annabeth and Tyson to save Grover. No warnings given when we were having lunch before he left, no goodbyes, and once again, he never bothered to ask me along.

I mean, my archery and healing skills weren’t that bad…right?

On the other hand, I was worried for Percy. I wanted him to return to Camp Half Blood in one piece.

Whenever there were news about a man wanted by the police for causing chaos in town, I was secretly happy that Percy was fine. ‘Secretly’ because I couldn’t afford for my half-siblings to find out about my feelings for Percy. I mean, look at what happened to Michael Yew when we found out that he had a one sided crush on Silena? I’ll tell you what happened. Embarrassment, embarrassment and more embarrassment. Oh you didn’t know about my feelings for Percy? I’ll tell you that too - I liked Percy Jackson. Not necessarily love, but I knew I wanted to be with him.

“Too many thoughts,” I grunted.

I decided to clear my mind by practicing in the Arena. As children of Apollo, we had exceptional Archery and healing skills. Naturally, I picked up the sword to brush up on my combat skills.

I treated the wooden dummy as Percy Jackson and started venting my anger.

Why. Did. You. Bail. On. Me.” I said word by word after every strike.

“Who bailed on you?” Someone suddenly asked from behind.

“Percy freaking Jackson!” I shouted before I turned to the person.

It was Percy Jackson, and he was standing there with the same old smirk. Oh what are the odds?

I had to admit, I was happy that he was safe, but to smile and jump for joy when Percy clearly heard me scolding him, not a good move.

“What are you doing here?” I asked calmly.

“Seriously? No ‘Hello Percy!’ or ‘Welcome Home Percy’?” He replied.

“You’re not answering me?” I drew out my sword and pointed it at Percy.

“Come on, stab me,” Percy taunted.

“Try me,” I said.

I raised my brows.

“Ok fine,” Percy sighed.

“You didn’t know? It was practically lunch entertainment,” he said, while I continued to be confused.

“Long story short, I sent an Iris message to Camp Half Blood to prove Chiron’s innocence and I battled it out with Luke and I won, saving Grover in the midst,” Percy explained, flashing a victorious smile

“But with the help of Chiron and his crew,” he added.

“How did you know that I was here?” I asked.

“You should have seen how the others were carrying us onto the winning platforms, I wish I could have the same treatment everyday,” Percy replied.

“Anyway, I didn’t see you at the pavilion, at the cabin, or with the others so I’d figured you’d be here,” he explained and flashed an easy smile.

“So you’re expecting me to give you a warm friendly hug and maybe a lil bit of Ambrosia if you’re lucky enough? I asked fiercely.

“Sort of, yeah,” he replied and continued smiling.

But he clearly knew that I was angry.

“Why didn’t you ask me along Percy?” I demanded for an answer.

“I- I couldn’t,” Percy looked down.

“Why? I thought we were friends,” I added.

“Friends, I thought you knew” Percy mumbled.

“What?” I said.

“You know what? I’m just- just going to go now,” Percy said and turned away.

Boy was I mad. Like, I was so close to turn into Ares mode.

“Perseus Jackson. What’s your problem? First, you bailed on me for 8 days. Then you come back with all smiles, and then you refuse to tell me why you bailed on me?” I shouted as I threw my sword towards him. Fortunately, it landed right in front of his path instead of on his foot.

Apparently, that move didn’t work well on him, because Percy came storming back.

I closed my eyes, expecting Percy to blast a waterfall at me. Instead, he pulled me towards him and pressed his lips against mine. I struggled and couldn’t break free until he released me.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed.

“You want to know why I bailed on you?” Percy said.

“It’s dangerous out there Y/N. I couldn’t risk bringing you along with me and I thought you knew that,” he added.

I froze. What was going on?  What was I? A baby?

“You still don’t get it huh,” Percy chuckled. 

I like you Y/N. I’ve liked you since the day- gosh, I don’t even know how long it was anymore,” he said.

I remained silent, still stunned.

“And now you know why I bailed on you. I just couldn’t afford to lose you, Y/N. I thought you always knew that,” Percy sighed.

I kept quiet.

“Chiron’s waiting for me, I’ll see you later,” he said and walked out of the arena.

I stood still, unable to have logical thoughts. My heart was racing, my face was flushed, and coupled with ADHD, I was a train wreck. However, instinct told me what to do. (Or was it Aphrodite?)

I ran towards Percy and wrapped my arms tightly around him from the back.

“I’m sorry, but don’t bail on me ever again. You don’t know how it feels like to be apart from someone you love,” I said and teared.

“Trust me. I do,” Percy smiled.

We stayed in the same position until Grover walked past and gave Percy a cheeky smile.

henry cheng 100% believes in aliens. sick steve probably has an abduction story and henry is like ur right U R RIGHT i believe u my man. if any one in sarchengsey is obsessed w aliens it is henry. and blue is more of a neil degrasse tyson like “yeah statistically aliens have to exist somewhere but not like… sci-fi aliens.” and gansey’s just shaking his head and adding roswell NM to the road trip map bc he has a cute bf+gf.

Donald Trump vs Science

I pride myself in trying to be politically correct. I do not normally post about politics (or anything, for that matter, because no one wants to listen to the rambling of a 17 year old opinionated little cockroach). But I cannot stomach the fact that a man who does not believe in women’s rights, equality in race and religion, immigration and most importantly, climate change, is running the world’s most powerful democracy. That people choose to believe a man who has filed for corporate bankruptcy four times over NASA and real stalwarts like Neil De Grasse Tyson.

I say climate change is most important because although his laws on the other three are terrible and a step (or a hundred) back from all the progress been made so far, it can be changed. After 4 years, worst case scenario, 8, you will have a brand new president, one who will believe in these things, will fight for these three causes. We have hope.

But the environment? Every second you spend polluting, every second you spend writing an executive order for companies to have no polluting limits, abolish the need for permits, your planet is DYING. Climate change, especially global warming is irreversible and after these 8 (please, if anyone’s up there, please let it be 4), no amount of policy tweaking and restrictions is going to change that damage.

You really have to be a beacon of ignorance to disbelieve in climate change. That in itself is the reason why that man should not have been president. Women’s rights, race, religion should’ve been good enough reason. But since I seem to see everyone having the AUDACITY to speak out against Trump being called a liberal idiot, why not use science to prove to them that they invested their votes in an absolute, for lack of better word, moron.

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I don’t neither own Beyblade nor ‘Lights’ by Ellie Goulding.

Characters starring: Tyson Granger, Kai Hiwatari and Makoto Granger

Chapter 06
Lights

'When you become successful, people would come rushing to you. Once you broke down, they wouldn’t look twice at you’
Someone said it darn right. Even Kai couldn’t help agreeing to this.

Kai Hiwatari, once upon a time was very special. He was known as one of the strongest blader the world has ever seen. He was also the owner of an ancient bit-beast Dranzer, a fire natured bit-beast whose one swipe of huge wing conjured up searing flames in thin air. His blazing gig move entranced many. Not to mention, his cold calm demeanor and smoldering looks even sporadic the concentration of those who weren’t interested in him.

But one fateful day, all of them left. Even most of his loyalist fans abandoned him. His wife fled too, taking their four year old son with her as well. 
For the once so special Kai Hiwatari had now suffered from stroke, leaving him forever paralyzed. The half of his handsome face has become a frozen mask. The legs were almost of no service. He had movement of the left arm, but the right was only bone and flaccid meat. He also lost the ability to speak as well.
The only beings that didn’t leave him were Dranzer and him.

“Kai?!”

I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I’m not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat
And I’m not keeping now the strength I need to push me

Damn that moron has to come after him to pick his pieces!
Hearing about his attack, Tyson wasted no time to reach to the hospital, demanding from doctors to tell him how much has befallen on the lone guy.
For a while things were going fine. Kai returned to his manor. But his wife failed him. She wasn’t raised to take over spousal duties. This was to be expected. She was a daughter of rich ménage where everything was at your pretty feet.
Ill suited, she ran. Kai can’t blame her. But still it hurt.

Plunged in depression, he tried to attempt suicide, by asking his servants to increase his dosage of medicines and drugs.
Servant did what he was ordered. He was after all doing his job. Poor lad was in ignorance. Can’t read and write, he thought he was only following his master’s commands.
Kai was saved by mere minutes. Any later, he would have become a segment of mortal peril.

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
And dreaming when they’re gone

“I will look after him!” Tyson chirped in.
Kai can’t speak let alone shout. So he had to do ado with shooting the meanest glare he could muster.

He has resources and money. He could afford hiring servants. So why on earth his close rival insisted on taking care of him?
The answer was clearly there; Kai can’t be trusted.

“Don’t worry” Tyson assured, looking at Kai’s glower" it’s no problem. Besides I could use some company. It’s awfully quiet in Dojo"

The dual haired blader sighed. Some company would he be. No talking and moving. Just lying in bed like some statue.

'Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone home

He got the room whose windows opened in the backyard of Dojo. Soft green meadows with Sakura tree rooted in the center, its long elongated branches adorned with pink petals. A small koi pond reflecting forget me not blue skies with the entire area blooming with buttercup flowers scent.

Tyson immediately covered Kai’s legs with blanket, so he doesn’t catch cold. While making the bed, he said;
“I was thinking of making Thai soup tonight. Would you like that Kai?!”

Kai merely grunted. Just then a little boy, not more than 4 years old came in the room, clad in baby blue pajamas.

“Papa?!” he said in cute voice.
“Makoto! You are awake!” Tyson said, turning towards the child and affectionately rubbing his hair. The boy yawned and gives a sleepy smile.
“I am hungry papa…”
“Al right, time to feed you” Tyson nodded, taking his carbon copy in his arms" I will be back Kai…"

Kai didn’t notice. He was lost deep in his thoughts. Looking at that child reminded him of his son. Where was he?!
Makoto was too sleepy to notice, that he had a guest.

Voices I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I’m still breathing
And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept
In an unknown place the only time I feel safe

The first time, it’s always the hardest. Kai still remembers the first time Tyson give him a bath. It was such a daunting experience.
Tyson did nothing wrong. In fact he did everything neatly. Didn’t make any mess.
What freaked Kai was his own vulnerability. Never had he been exposed like that before in front of anyone. And certainly not in a crippled state. It made him feel weak. A deer in headlights.
When Tyson approached him with two buckets (one was empty and one was holding water), a plastic jug and clean towels along with toiletries, Kai began to shiver.
Granger peered at Kai and a surge of pity went through him. He helped in undressing.

“It alright Kai…” Tyson said gently. Kai whimpered.
When discarded with clothes, Tyson took a cloth and dipped it in water. Squeezing the water, he carefully dabbed the wet cloth on the contours of Hiwatari’s body and began to wipe. When done, he toweled him with white fluffy bath sheet. Then he made him lie down on his back, his head resting on the edge of the bed.
Tyson then placed the empty bucket on the floor, so Kai’s head was just above the level. He then proceeded to fill the jug with warm steaming water and skillfully poured in the lone wolf thick silky hair, smoothing his forehead from fringes.
Kai, whose breaths moments ago was haggard had now become even. He relaxed, as the callused fingers scrubbed his itching scalp with warm fruity liquid.
When finished with the task, Kai looked at him, trying to thank him some way. Tyson just shook his head, and nudged his shoulder.
“What are friends for?”

You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone
And so I tell myself that I’ll be strong
And dreaming when they’re gone

Kai soon became fond of Makoto. He hark back a lot about his son. He was mini Tyson but with slight perceptible differences. His eyes were much darker and a smile just like his mother; Hilary.
Poor Hilary died giving birth to him. She was a tough girl, so naturally her death came as a shock to everyone, especially to Tyson. Kai still remembers that Tyson refused to meet with anyone for a month after her death.

Adorable Makoto would happily perch on his bed and would draw bit-beasts cartoons on A4 sheets with a set of crayons. When he was done he would then show to Kai.
“How’s this untal (A/N) Kai?”
Kai would only smile back but inside he’s actually screaming that his drawings are so perfect. And how much he wants to reward him.
But it turned out his smiles were enough for him.
“I know you would like it untal Kai!”

At night, he would hear Tyson singing a lullaby to his son, so that he can go to sleep. He sang 'Dango Dango (A/N)’
Later Granger revealed that Hilary used to hum it to their unborn child when pregnant. Surprisingly enough it made his son fall in sleep. For some strange reason it made Kai sleepy as well.
The dragon wielder in evenings would make Kai sit in a wheel chair. He would then wheeled it in wooden porch where just opposite of Koi pond was a small bey dish.
Kai would then watch the father and son learning the basics of beyblade. It felt so nice. Like a scene from movie was played right in front of his eyes. It made him remind of his old days when he would ruthlessly practice the sport.
Tyson was the one that actually showed that it’s the passion not the duty that makes this sport unique. He made all of them fall in love with it.

'Cause they’re calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I’m alone home

Kai woke up suddenly. His eyes met darkness. He scanned around and found to his surprise Tyson sleeping in a chair. Well not fully on chair. His head and shoulders were propped on the edge of the bed, but it’s wasn’t touching Kai’s blanket.
He was fast asleep. Kai observed him.

Kai acted as though the world was beneath his feet. That he would keep on strutting like that with certain arrogance. But that’s irony of the life. Just when you think you got everything under control, it immediately knocks you down, sending you in pits of void.
In the midst of it, you see the true colors as well. Who was faithful? Who left without a mark?
But still the phoenix blader fails to understand that why Tyson Granger was helping him?!
It’s because they are best friends. That can be one reason.
Or maybe like him, he too was lonely.
At this dawning, Kai’s eyes widened. Yes that could be the reason. Both were alone. Both had battered souls. Both carved companionship.
The steel grey orbs were now swimming in tears.

Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights, lights, lights
(Home, home)
Light, lights, lights, lights
Light, lights

He will live. For Dranzer, for Gou, for Makoto, for Tyson and maybe for himself as well.


Author note:

'Untal’ is just gibberish; Makoto is still little so I figured its best he spoke in baby language: 3

'Dango Dango’ song is taken from anime 'Clannad’ where Tomoya use to sing to his child ushio. It’s such a cute song: D

The above story idea is not originally my idea. It was adopted from a book 'And the mountains echoed’ by khaled hosseini. I thought it would fit perfectly with Tyson and Kai.

In case if you are wondering, it’s a yaoi fiction, it’s not. The story is more like trust and companionship. 

percy being a brother headcanons

 

·      Percy has considered himself a brother for about four or so years before his little sister came along (he does have Tyson)

·      but this little girl is something entirely different

·      for one, he never had to change Tyson’s diapers.

·      (his mom made sure he helped out while he was still at home, in all ways)

·      plus, he’s reminded constantly, Tyson is basically invincible, while this little human being is decidedly not.

·      in fact, she’s extremely fragile, and Percy is afraid to hold her for a long time

·      he’s never be the most graceful of people (except in fighting) and is sure that if he holds her while standing, he’ll drop her.

·      but he pretends to be open to holding her for his mom, usually sitting right down once she’s in his arms

·      until his mom decides that she and Paul need a vacation and surely her nearly legal adult of a son can take care of her for a night

·      (Sally is of course just doing this so Percy is extra careful with protection around Annabeth, she doesn’t want to be a grandmother just yet)

·      the minute sally leaves, Percy calls Annabeth.

·      it’s only the despair in her voice that makes her lie to the boarding school and say her dad is here for a weekend

·      (she knows how to fake her dad’s voice pretty well)

·      and she arrives to find Percy holding a crying baby on the couch with a terrified expression.

·      “i think i need to stand up,” he says in a terrified voice and Annabeth just laughs because this is her boyfriend the guy that’s saved the world twice

·      she quickly scoops up his little sister and gets her a new bottle and changes her diaper

·      and Percy’s like shocked, because he can’t comprehend how Annabeth knows how to do this

·      “I had several little brothers Percy what did you expect”

·      and then she’s makes him hold her while standing up

·      and she teaches him all the little things

·      and it doesn’t take long before they’re a fully functioning baby team

·      it’s not long before Percy is on the floor on his belly, playing with her

·      and Annabeth makes dinner

·      but despite Annabeth’s protests Percy she’s not even old enough to –

·      he makes them watch finding nemo and giggles like a little girl the entire time

·      and they do a damn perfect job

·      when his mom gets home, she finds her daughter in her crib, and two teenagers snuggled together on the couch, completely passed out

·      (she takes a picture of Percy drooling into Annabeth’s hair for future blackmail when he doesn’t want to do the dishes)

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Things I find amusing…


It is so amusing when some people get all confused or scared when long and official names (chemical names, latin names) are used to describe/talk about the simplest things. Thats why I love these tweets. 

Some people actually do fall for the joke about this scandalous thing called “dihydrogen monoxide” (if you write it in short the way you learned in science you see that it is H2O or in other words water) and its effects. 

I know it is not nice to laugh at other peoples expense, but when people, who have had the opportunity to get an education (because there are places on this planet where not everyone gets even basic school education), do not think… then I reserve the right to be amused by the people who fall for the “dihydrogen monoxide”  joke. 


Source: Neil deGrasse Tyson’s twitter   one   two 

Okay don’t make fun of me but I just spent like an hour coming up with a Percy Jackson dream cast because they messed up that movie six ways to sunday and I just needed to fix it alright

Percy Jackson: Logan Lerman. Yup, the only part of the movie that was actually done right.

Annabeth Chase: Skyler Samuels. 

Hazel Levesque: Zoe Soul.

Frank Zhang: Ki Hong Lee. Do you know how difficult it is to find overweight Chinese actors??? Perhaps it is the media stigma against anyone who isn’t white and shaped like a stick. But whatever. Imagine Ki Hong Lee would gain weight for the role.

Piper Mclean: Mary Galloway. Again, it’s super hard to find young Native American actresses. But I did it. And she’s actually pretty perfect so in your face, Hollywood whitewashing!!!

Jason Grace: Lucas Till. Yes, the guy from X-Men. Don’t judge, those movies are life.

Leo Valdez: Joaquin Ochoa. This one took a really long time, and I’m still not thrilled, but oh well. The only perfect Leo is the one in my head. Also, i included two pictures because there are no good pictures with both the right haircut and the right age??? Ugh. Struggle.

Last but certainly not least, Nico DiAngelo: Asa Butterfield

So, what do you people of the internet think??? Any you hate, anyone you think would be better??? Let me know because for some reason the perfect casting of a pjo movie would make me immensely happy so… Yeah. Perhaps suggestions for like, Grover, or Tyson, or Rachel…. Add to thisss!

White women’s opinion of black women & a brother’s response Please take a moment and read this. Pretty Deep!

It seems that an article was written to Sister 2 Sister magazine by a Caucasian woman who requested a response from black men. I’m so glad she got what she asked for (and more) !!!

Dear Jamie:
I’m sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Black male readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Black male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don’t understand a lot of Black female’s attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he wanted me because the pickings amongst Black women were slim to none. As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly approached by Black men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the world. If Black women are so up in arms about us being with their men, why don’t they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we’re out in public. I would like to hear from some Black men about why we are so appealing and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of 26 years for one of us Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson Beckford, Montell Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte, Sydney Poitier, Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy Blanks, Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes… I could go on and on. But, right now, I’m a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly. Don’t be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us. Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat your men better. If I’m wrong, Black men, let me know. 

Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA.


RESPONSE

Dear Jamie:
I would like to respond to the letter written by A Disgusted White Girl. Let me start by saying that I am a 28-year old black man. I graduated from one of the most prestigious universities in Atlanta, Georgia with a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Business Management. I have a good job at a major corporation and have recently purchased a house. So, I consider myself to be among the ranks of successful black men. I will not use my precious time to slander white people. I just want to set the record straight of why black men date white women. Back in the day, one of the biggest reasons why black men dated white women was because they were considered easy. The black girls in my neighborhood were raised in the church. They were very strict about when they lost their virginity and who they lost it to. Because of our impatience to wait, brothers would look for someone who would give it up easy without too much hassle. So, they turned to the white girls. Nowadays, in my opinion, a lot of brothers date white women because they are docile and easy to control. A lot of black men, because of insecurities, fears, and overall weaknesses, have become intimidated by the strength of our black women. We are afraid that our woman will be more successful than us, make more money than us, drive nicer cars and own bigger houses.

Because of this fear, many black men look for a more docile woman. Someone we can control. I have talked to numerous black men and they continuously comment on how easy it is to control and walk over their white women. I just want to set the record straight. I want A Disgusted White Girl to know that not all successful black men date white women. Brothers like Ahmad Rashad, Denzel Washington, Michael Jordan, Morris Chestnut, Will Smith, Blair Underwood, Kenneth “Babyface” Edmonds, Samuel L. Jackson, and Chris Rock all married strong black women And, to flip the script, there are numerous white men, in and out of the spot light, who openly or secretly desire black women over white women. Ted Danson, Robert DeNiro, and David Bowie to name a few. I just don’t want a disgusted white girl to be misinformed Stop thinking that because you are white that you are some type of goddess. Remember, when black Egyptian Queens like Hatsepshut and Nitorcris were ruling Dynasties and armies of men in Egypt, you were over in the caves of Europe eating raw meat and beating each other over the head with clubs.

Read your history! It was the black woman that taught you how to cook and season your food. It was the black woman that taught you how to raise your children. It was black women who were breast feeding and raising your babies during slavery. It is the black woman that had to endure watching their fathers, husbands, and children beaten, killed, and thrown in jail. Black women were born with two strikes against them: being black and being a woman. And, through all this, Still They Rise! It is because of the black women’s strength, elegance, power, love and beauty that I could> never> date anyone except my black Queen. It is not just the outer beauty that captivates and draws me to them. It is not the fact that they come in all shapes, sizes, colors and shades that I love them. Their inner beauty is what I find most appealing about black women. Their strong spirit, loving and nurturing souls, their integrity, their ability to overcome great obstacles, their willingness to stand for what they believe in, and their determination to succeed and reach their highest potential while enduring great pain and suffering is why I have fallen in love with black women. I honestly believe that your anger is geared more toward jealousy and envy more so than snotty looks. If this were not so, then why do you continuously go to tanning salons to darken your skin? If you are so proud to be white, then why don’t you just be happy with your pale skin? Why do you continue to inject your lips, hips, and breasts with unnatural and dangerous substances so you can look fuller and more voluptuous? I think that your anger is really a result of you wanting to have what the black woman has.

BOTTOM LINE:
If I were looking for a docile woman, someone I can walk over and control, I would give you a call. But, unfortunately, I am looking for a Virtuous Woman. Someone that can be a good wife and mother to my children. Someone who can be my best friend and understands my struggles. I am looking for a soul mate. I am looking for a sister and; unfortunately, you do not and CANNOT fit the bill. No offense taken, none given. 

Signed, Black Royalty

Time of the Month - Shield Mates Series

Imagine its that time of the month for you again. Usually around this time, you exhibit the same symptoms, but this time, your symptoms have changed just a little. The guys have to sit back and watch as they don’t know what to do to help.

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Teacher: Y/N, do you want to share your texts with the whole class?

Y/N: N-no, sorry Mr. Tyson, I’m going to hide my phone right away! -thinking- “damn you, Damon-asshole-Salvatore”

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Everyone is in Andy Samberg's doping mockumentary. Even Lance Armstrong.

Andy Samberg showed that he had some balls — tennis balls — by starring and executive producing the 2015 HBO mockumentary Seven Days in Hell, about the longest tennis match in history. Now he’s cranking up the absurdity with HBO mockumentary Tour de Pharmacy, which has fun with the doping scandals that have tarnished the cycling world.

Samberg is just one of many famous faces hitting the road; the cast also includes Orlando Bloom, Jeff Goldblum, Maya Rudolph, Julia Ormond, Dolph Lundgren, Mike Tyson, Freddie Highmore, Will Forte, James Marsden, John Cena, Daveed Diggs, J.J. Abrams, Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje, Kevin Bacon, Danny Glover, Phylicia Rashad, Nathan Fielder, Joe Buck, and Chris Webber. Did we leave anybody off? Let’s think… oh, right: Lance Armstrong.

That’s right, the disgraced Tour de France legend pokes fun at himself by playing a not-so- anonymous informant.

Check out the minute-long trailer above. Tour de Pharmacy premieres July 8 at 10 p.m. ET/PT on HBO.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: but why would tyson switch his vote to parvati? it just doesn't make any sense. his reasoning was that he would prefer that parvati go home over russell but if russell were telling the truth and voting parvati like he told tyson he would (which is what made tyson feel safe enough to switch his vote) then parvati would have gone home in a 4-3-2 vote anyway. and even though if tyson had his head screwed on right rob's 3-3-3 split plan would have worked, why didn't the rob/sandra/courtney/tyson/jerri/coach alliance just vote out danielle and avoid the possibility of one person screwing it up? can you imagine how different heroes vs villains would be, no, survivor in general would be if russell was voted out in tyson's place? if the hantzian era came to an end way back in 2010? if russell's ego was so bruised by going pre merge that we could have avoided redemption island, even south pacific? would the very fabric of space and time unravel?
I TOOK MY BOSS' DAUGHTER TO A TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT

There are some things that I, as a 25-year-old male, can never fully understand. A few examples: childbirth, the Disney channel, Forever 21, bangs, a world where John Travolta isn’t creepy, sexy vampires, and, among many other things, Taylor Swift.

I’m not saying Taylor Swift has no appeal to men over the age of 18 (Ryan Adams has made it very clear that she does), but I think it’s fair to say I — a wholly unglamorous creature — am not exactly her demographic. When I was 15, the only person telling me they loved me was my mom. And I believed her.

So trying to get to the bottom of the Swift-mania that’s swept our country over the past year on my own would be a lot like having an iguana write a book about the Ottoman Empire. To dig into the mountain of ice cream that is Taylor Swift, I need help.

Enter the 12-year-old daughter of my editor in chief, AKA my T-Swift Sherpa. Let’s call her Caroline.

The two of us are currently sitting in my Mazda on the way to the American Airlines Arena listening to a Taylor Swift mixtape I made earlier in the day.

I don’t hang out with 12-year-olds a whole lot, so I’m not totally sure where to start. Track two of my mixtape comes on, Swift’s 2008 single “Fifteen.” I tell Caroline it’s my favorite Swift song, and she nods politely, though, internally, I’m sure she’s thinking, Dude, you have a beard. Stop it.

Calling Caroline a Taylor Swift fan is like calling Taylor Swift successful. It’s an understatement. I ask her to rank herself on a scale of one to ten in Swift fandom.

“Ten million.”

I’m out of my league.

“I did some studying, just to let you know,” she tells me as we pull onto Biscayne Boulevard. I ask her for some pertinent Taylor facts, and she takes a deep breath.

Taylor Swift’s favorite show is Grey’s Anatomy. Her lucky number is 13 because she was born on December 13 (1989, obviously). She has two cats, named Meredith and Olivia. She got her big break during a gig at Bluebird Cafe in Nashville. The first person to teach her how to play guitar was a computer repairman. Her mother was diagnosed with cancer last year, and she has one brother named Austin.

On the walk to the arena, tweens dart around me and the cops directing traffic seem more on edge than I’ve ever seen them before. I suddenly understand why children can be so effective in horror movies, and I decide elementary-school teachers should be paid in diamonds, by the pound.

We get past a pretty stringent security line with metal detectors and head off to find our seats. On the way, a tiny girl waddles by us inside a box carved and painted to look like the Empire State Building. She looks like a Boxtroll, and I lean toward Caroline to find out if this is simply a child fond of iconic architecture or if I’m missing something here. “‘Welcome to New York.’ It’s a Taylor Swift song.”

I feel like I have my own personal translator.

Later we’ll watch the same girl work her way down a flight of stairs gingerly, guided by a friend, where she’ll take her spot on the floor next to the stage, her pointy needle head swaying back and forth in the middle of the crowd the entire night.


Before we take our seats, Caroline wants to get a Taylor Swift shirt. The merchandise booth is less a merchandise mecca and more the water scene from Mad Max: Fury Road. There are at least 45 child/parent duos with surprisingly good fundamentals working in tandem to box out competitors for shirts ranging in price from $30 to $45 (a $50 blanket too). After a few minutes of taking 6-year-old elbows to the thigh, I decide we should take our seats and try later, and also that, if we’re handing out diamonds, elementary-school cafeteria ladies deserve a few as well.

We eventually will get the shirt, though it’s not much easier once the show ends.

Swift is supposed to go on at 8:30 p.m. sharp, and at 8:41, I start to plan my escape route in case these petite maniacs turn violent. I’m thinking I grab the littlest one to my right standing on top of her chair and start swinging her like a tennis racket as I lead Caroline toward the nearest exit, but thankfully, just then, the lights cut out.

It’s hard to describe the sound of 20,000 teen girls losing their shit in unison. It hits you in the stomach and works its way down your legs and out through your feet into the floor. It’s beautiful and terrifying, like a tornado made of glitter.

Swift pops out from below the stage, wearing sunglasses and looking flawless as always. She opens with “Welcome to New York,” and I look down toward the floor to see the tip of the miniature Empire State vibrating like a seismograph.

Each seat in the room had a rubber wristband taped to it. The bands light up when Swift hits the stage, alternating between blue and red depending on the mood of the song.

Swift runs through a combination of hits — “Blank Space,” “I Knew You Were Trouble.” Twenty minutes into the show, it feels as if no one’s taken a breath. Caroline has morphed into a small whirling dervish, and I’m 97 percent sure I won’t have a job tomorrow when I show up on my boss’ doorstep with nothing but a charred pile of hair and tennis shoes saying, “I… I don’t know what happened.”


As things reach a fever pitch, Swift finally breaks pace to address the crowd. My theory is these wristbands are meant to monitor our heart rates so a doctor can signal Swift when she needs to stop singing or else risk 20,000 pocket-sized heart attacks.

It’s become routine for Swift to bring out celebrity guests at most of her concerts, and she gets the crowd ready for the first of what will apparently be multiple surprises in the night. Caroline and I were speculating earlier and decided Pitbull might make sense, maybe Gloria Estefan.

We were kind of right. The first celeb to step out is Dwyane Wade. The crowd goes wild, though at this point, there’s really no one for whom they wouldn’t go wild. Swift could bring out Charles Manson and the screams would be loud enough to shatter glass.

Wade says some nice things about Taylor before giving her a Heat jersey and handing her back the microphone. The night’s next two other celebs will be Pitbull and Ricky Martin. Mr. 305 sings “Give Me Everything” while chasing Swift down the catwalk like an alligator. Swift subs in for Ne-Yo’s verse marvelously and then duets with Ricky Martin on “Livin’ La Vida Loca.”

Caroline’s not familiar with that one, but she dances along regardless.

Watching Swift onstage is like watching Tyson in his prime. She’s operating at humanity’s highest caliber. She’s perfect and mistake-free but still somehow feels human and vulnerable. Girls are holding their hands up, palms open toward the ceiling.

On the ride home, Caroline will say, “Everyone’s just there to praise the queen.” She’s right.

After Pitbull hops offstage, Swift walks to the end of the catwalk that cuts across the arena floor and, after what I’m sure is urgent doctor’s orders, slows things down again. The platform disconnects from the rest of the floor and raises Swift up about 30 feet in the air.


The singer launches into what Caroline tells me is “the ‘Clean’ speech.” It’s about cyberbulling and being confident, ignoring mean people, and being nice to everyone else. After she finishes, she plays the song “Clean,” and suddenly I understand why it’s called “the ‘Clean’ speech” and, not for the first or last time that night, I feel intellectually inferior to a 12-year-old.

The raised platform spins Swift around like those machines they use to prepare astronauts for intense g-force, and I’m pretty sure Swift is preparing for a show on the moon, which is probably already sold out.

As she spins around to give folks a better view, she seems to be making eye contact with everyone all at once, and, I think, for the first time that night, I start to get it.

What’s behind all of this?

That’s been my main question going into the show, and it’s one Caroline has patiently tried to answer for the past two hours. Artists who tap so deeply into the vein of our planet’s youth are rare, only bounding along once or twice a generation. Their music doesn’t have to sound the same, but they do have to share one thing in common: Fans need to relate to them not as celebrities but as people.

So what’s Swift’s secret? Here’s an attempt at an answer from a man who’s been hanging out with a tween for several hours, which has to be the equivalent of, like, a bachelor’s degree in Swiftology.

In the realm of our nation’s middle and high schools, Swift is that most rarest of things: the popular girl who doesn’t shun you from her lunch table but offers you a seat, not taking no for an answer until the two of you are giggling over a slice of pepperoni pizza. She is relentless in her inclusion. And it all seems so genuine that you never question whether she’s merely doing it to win the senior superlative of Friendliest.

It’s this that elevates her past artists like Rihanna or Katy Perry, who would no doubt show up to prom in the cool limo, reeking of watermelon vodka with college boys named Trent as their dates.


I float this hypothesis by Caroline on the way home, and she thinks for a moment before agreeing. “Yeah,” she says, though she doesn’t seem too impressed. Trying to get a Taylor Swift fan to analyze why they like Taylor Swift is like trying to get someone to explain why they think a joke is funny.

But Swift is just so accessible in a way so few megastars are. If Beyoncé is Jesus Christ, then Taylor Swift is Pope Francis, a more tactile figure who will reach out and kiss your hand rather than just be worshiped from a distance.

Caroline likes this analogy better. “She’s down-to-earth too,” she says. “She actually interacts with her fans.”

I ask her if she and Swift would be friends if they went to the same school. She thinks so.

I do too.

A very funny and awesome review.

@justpatplease​ continued from x

Tyson didn’t even know why he’d drank so much, it didn’t taste like alcohol at all, he assumed there wasn’t much in it. The coconut pineapple goodness had lied to him. Tyson turned his head and pouted at Patrick before he turned completely and wrapped his arms around him. “Fine, but you’re going to stay with me right? Wait, wait, you should have another one of those pineapple things with me - the ones with the chunk of pineapple on the little skewer.” He grinned a little before kissing Pat’s cheek. “You’re so pretty. You know that?”

Headcannon (all pjo pairings)

Buying tampons

Percabeth: Percy literally gives no shits. he buys annabeth tampons and does not care what others think (though what he dosen’t realize no one says shit cause he’s percy freaking Jackson. I mean, who’s going to tell the champion of the gods what to do, a mortal?) Percy also (being the son of posiden) knows when Annabeth needs them better then she does. Percy is like ‘ need tampons’ and Annabeth is like ‘WTF? no percy i- I’M OUT OF TAMPONS WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL” and Percy grins and Annabeth just mutters ‘seaweed brain’ and off he goes to be a gentlemen

Jasiper: Jason wants to be like percy but he just can’t ,he can’t be as tough and prideless bout it. He’s blushing and all of that, Piper thinks this is the funniest thing ever. Like omg jason you’re a dork. However, Piper always thinks that Jason will get beaten up over it so she always rewards him with some cuddles or something

Frazel: How does one go about these things? Like…. how do you try to buy tampons for the 13 year old daughter of hades? without…. you know? pissing off Nico or Hades? Frank still hasen’t found the answer to this question cause Hazel is so innocent however….. Frank dosen’t quiet get what the big deal is. He does know however that people don’t like him and he gets beaten up when people see him buying Tamons which makes Hazel scared as shit. (unless jason Frank isn’t as tough. after the first beat up he got really scared but didn’t tell Hazel and he kept buying them this got to the point where Hazel went to hades and hades is like ‘um…. no. Thats not happening.’ and cerbrus started guarding frank when Hazel needed more tampons)

Tysella: Tyson is the moost genuis out of all the men. cause he… makes Ella’s tamons. at first when frank was getting beat up everyone was like ‘what bout tyson? He and Ella should be going though this’ welllllll, Tyson, beeing a great forger and all realized that tampons are just cloth and Armor needs filling and stuff right? leather and the like. Tyson made a deal with Rachel and Tyson made custom made tampons for the cute hapry and Percy was like ‘damn tyson thats geuis’ and tyson became a legend

Caleo: there is a reason i save this one for last. ahhhh good old Leo Valdez. I totally see Leo marching in without a care in the world. Picking up the tampon someone laughing and he just flipps out some shades puts them on his face and says ‘my woman loves me, deal with it’ and the girls in the store have been swept off their feet and the clerk is like ‘who are you buying this for?’ and he’s like ‘my lovely girlfriend.’ and then some guuys ask him isn’t it embarassing and Leo is like ‘no, its natrual’ Ironcally Leo also told his dauther years later if she ever met a boy who is scared to buy her the stuff she needs to ‘unleash the unholy wrath of blood on everything the scared little shit has ever loved’