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Well damn

what's synthpop

It’s what the Rice Crispires had to add when one elf died and Snap and Crackle got lonely.

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Just wanna let you know: it’s a quote from the Outsiders talking about Dallas.

he died young and violent and desperate, just like we all knew he'd die one day

#the outsiders #dallas winston #jason todd #red hood #dally winston

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rb this with ur opinion on this shade of pink:

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AU where Everything in HoO is the same but Octavian is a 10 year old

The moment Percy became Praetor, Reyna made him incharge of babysitting the lil prophecy lad, cuz she needed a break and Percy didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

thought this would be funny XD

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Well, what crimes did you commit under former Australian Prime Minister John Howard?

Dude (gender-neutral), you can’t just leave us hanging

what's synthpop

It’s what the Rice Crispires had to add when one elf died and Snap and Crackle got lonely.

#Former Australian Prime Minister John Howard

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Proving a point to my boyfriend.

PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry

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“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

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me fr

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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It’s the summertime in Westport, Connecticut.

Elsewhere in the world, a war is being fought. The forces of good and evil collide, and unbeknownst to the woman, her son is about to die.

But no one is dying here.

Here, where plates of burnt cookies and peanut butter sandwiches in Tupperware containers and plastic cups with Kool-Aid litter the rooms. Stuffed animals of various horrendous monsters line the walkways.

May Castellan bakes cookies while her son takes his final breath.

She has no idea that he will never return home.

About a day later, in Westport, Connecticut, the air is humid and hot, but May is out and about  anyway. She’s getting ready to bake cookies. Her son’s favorite. His eyes were like his father’s, you know.

But somewhere else in the world, only about two hours away by car, another girl begins to speak. Her name is Rachel Elizabeth Dare, and she’s been taken over by the Oracle of Delphi. The son of Hades is finally not an outcast. Rachel becomes the first Oracle in a very, very long time.

Two hours away, a middle-aged woman collapses.

And one of two things happens in Westport, Connecticut.

May Castellan might have been baking cookies inside her home. When she collapsed, she might have hit her head against the counter on her way down, knocking her out. The cookies, left unattended, caught on fire. May might have died. The firemen, called when the neighbors noticed black smoke billowing from the residence of May Castellan, might have found her in the same place, still with a measuring spoon in her hand.

May Castellan might have woken up in a lobby in Las Vegas. She might have flexed her fingers a little, shocked and finally free of the Oracle’s curse. She might have numbly given the ferryman some cash out of her wallet. She might have appeared before the judges of the dead. They might have declared that ultimately, she had cared greatly for those around her, and had made a brave sacrifice in trying to host the Oracle. She might have been sent to Elysium.

She might have looked around at the host of other dead people, there in a paradise and very confused. A boy might have caught her eye. Barely an adult, with sandy blond hair and a scar down his face. He had blue eyes. Like his father. May Castellan might have approached carefully. She had seen her son in the face of so many people. Was this an illusion, too? She might have asked him, “Luke? Is that you?”

That might have happened.

But it didn’t.

A middle-aged woman collapses on a sidewalk in the heat of a Connecticut summer. Her neighbors call 911, scared that the crazy lady who lives nearby might have finally kicked the bucket. The ambulance arrives quickly, and the paramedics whisk May away to a nearby hospital. She finally wakes up, and begins to take solid foods again. May feels as if she is in a trance—finally without the Oracle’s curse, she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She has become the insane woman, the woman without a child or a job or friends or even an okay house. How does she go on from here?

Two hours away, a girl with fiery red hair and paint on her clothes and skin talks to a boy with pale skin and a skull ring. “She’s been freed,” the girl tells the boy. “I could sense her leaving.”

Two days later, the girl and the boy show up in May’s hospital room. They aren’t technically allowed to be there, but a little Mist goes a long way.

May looks at them suspiciously. “Who are you two?” she asks. “I don’t have any relatives other than my son, and he’s…” she lets that hang in the air for a second.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Castellan, but it’s true. Your son died a hero,” the boy says softly. The girl shoots him a look, but May needed the truth. She’s been living a lie for too long.

“We came to make sure that you were okay,” Rachel says softly. She makes eye contact with May, and a certain kind of understanding passes between them.

“You will make a wonderful Oracle,” May tells her firmly. “Do not doubt that. I was young and foolish. I made my choices. But you are stronger than I.”

“Thank you,” the girl says softly. 

“Now,” May says, “Can you two tell me more about my son?”

#may castellan #luke castellan #nico di angelo #rachel elizabeth dare #percy jackson #fix it fic #fix it au #fix it fanfiction #pjo fanfic #percy jackson fic #headcanon #my headcanons

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:p

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Your friend is an excellent judge of character who we should all strive to emulate

But it’s kinda funny since Marauders is basically the slowly-revealed prequel. Kinda like watching Star Wars in chronological order. I love it.

my best friend whos not on tumblr is watching harry potter finally after i asked her ages ago (since like 2019) and these were her reactions so far also she knows majorly abt marauders and nothing else cause of ✨me✨ so she knows abt wolfstar and jegulus and dorlene and all of that

so now these were her reactions so far:

sirius dies????? fucker

remus has a wife??

snape is absolute shit

so is malfoy

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Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

Reblog To Save Life

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[Kat blushed.] Ares kid, actually. His name is Ellis Wakefield and he’s excellent at sparring and being awesome.

We mostly just sparred for a while, but then one day one thing led to another and we started dating. So.

Did you have any paramours? Back in the day? [To be honest, Kat didn’t know much about Lucy’s past. When they were at camp, Kat basically never interacted with Lucy, and by the time Kat joined the army, no one wanted to talk about camp, lest be labeled a traitor.]

@cabinseventheaterchick I've been in the hospital for a week now. When can we go to camp?

#kat carter on the case

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I love the idea of Percy becoming a marine vet. Not because it would be easy, but because it wouldn’t be easy.

It would sound great and all, until he gets to vet school. And day 1 all he can think is “what the hell was I thinking?” This is all science. And most of vet school is about mammals, especially dogs, and he has to take specialty programs on the side for sea animals. He likes dogs and cats, and it is interesting, but that’s not why he’s here. Annabeth tells him to just learn as much as he can. So he does his best. He gets tutoring on the side. He makes good friends, and that helps a lot, but everyone there seems so much smarter than him. But annabeth and his friends help him study. He tries and he tries and he tries. He loves the marine animal programs he does. He thinks it’s so cool learning how sea animals function, and how the ocean/environment affects them. But the standard veterinary school course material is difficult for him to stay focused on. His grades aren’t the best, but he gets through it.

And after 3 years, he gets handed a white coat and stethoscope. And he feels like an imposter. He’s not a doctor! He’s not a healer like children of apollo. He’s not a genius like children of athena. He’s percy. This feels wrong. It feels good, and he’s proud of himself, but it also feels wrong.

Then his first day of residency, at a marine animal clinic, he is walking through his little orientation with the fellow residents and the attending vets. The first room they bring him into has a large water tub with a sea turtle in it. It’s not moving. It looks so sick and miserable. The head vet says that they’ve had this turtle for several months and just can’t figure out what’s wrong. She won’t eat, she won’t interact with other animals, she barely opens her eyes. They have decided to put her out of her misery, and tomorrow she will be euthanized. Percy steps away from the group and asks to approach her. He goes up to her, bends down, and put his hand on her shell. He telepathically asks what’s wrong, and she responds “My head. My head hurts so bad all the time. Ever since having my babies. It hurts to swim. It hurts to be in the light. I feel sick always. Please make the pain go away.” And Percy stands up and starts asking the attending vets questions about her history and her treatments. At first he panics because he doesn’t know what to do. But then he realizes… he does know what to do. He leaned this! So he suggests a treatment. Most of the vets in the room laugh or give him a doubtful look, but he begs them to try it anyway. So they do it, and within half an hour, this sweet sea turtle is happily swimming around the tub. She’s popping her head up to say hi. She’s even eating.

The other vets tried for months. No tests showed what was wrong. But Perseus Jackson walked in, spent two minutes staring at her, and cured her. Because he has powers that no one else has. The other vets only know how to read and observe signs, but Percy can listen to their symptoms.

And after that, every second of learning about animal anatomy and physiology was worth it. Because HE just got to save a sea turtle’s life. HIM!!

And that is why Percy Jackson very quickly becomes one of the best marine veterinarians in the field.

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>:(

NO

NO MAULING

LOOK ELLIS’S BROTHER (SHERMAN SPECIFICALLY) ALREADY SEES ME AS ENOUGH OF A THREAT WITHOUT MY WHOLE FAMILY PLOTTING ELLIS’S MURDER

Greetings of pain and sorrow,

I am Ariadne, last known member of the Milan Duchy.

I have recently been informed that you have become my dearest younger sister's paramour? I do hope this little escapade you have decided to participate in will end nicely.

If not? Well, I am getting rusty due to my lack of training again, I wouldn't mind a new target to practice with.

Lots of regards,

Ariadne di Milan, The new Duchess of Milan

Oh gods not again

Right well, once again, I promise I have absolutely no ill intention towards Kat

#kat carter on the case

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I’m so sorry, I accidentally copied the wrong link. This is the proper one:

you gain a new perspective about death and ancestral matters when you're washing blood off of your wrist at 11:38 pm

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https://www.cdc.gov/mentalhealth/tools

you gain a new perspective about death and ancestral matters when you're washing blood off of your wrist at 11:38 pm

#my dms are always open #Have a good night and I hope things get better for you